that is the place
where everything starts
fog in the trees
in the nettled heart

a tiny silhouette
a pouch on a stick
on demeter’s eve
on the move real quick

smoking pipe stuffed
with tobacco balm
a rite of refocus
or deleterious harm

fragile & daring
i follow my dream
between the wolf’s howl
& the night bird’s keen

that is the place
that i’ll journey to
for to make our peace
i’ll be waiting for you