day 3: i could just take a walk

The scene is a garden
where my steps have fallen
Clean as the hoarding
I’ve always been known for

I wake just to creature
Wish for the old beech tree
To walk to my city
and plant by my window

Feel more like home
Feel less alone
Draw in the daylight
Dapple the cave

My sleepless will melt
Get back what I felt
Rope vines will wither
I’ll run to the lake

Flung
Filled in
Surface all sheen

Feel more like home
All glitter, come clean