I don’t need repentance.
I just need to find the fallow
fields where all big feelings go
to rest.
Where the creaks of my body are
no different to the old oak.
And the fresh spring runs
Through the hazel of my eyes.
Oh god,
I need to see myself in this world.

I don’t need reparations or a guilty
conscience.
I just need to lay myself at the horizon’s edge,
a sleeping silhouette,
awakened by the baptismal dawn.

And Dawn’s such a lovely thing.

If I don’t tell you now, I’m afraid
I won’t get the breath to tell you again.
There’s nothing I need from you
but this big, big space between us,
these rolling hills,
this slow release.

The world is such a small container
for things that breathe.

Still,
I don’t need very much.
I just need to find the place
where all big feelings go.
And forgive me if I’m wrong,
but I believe I’m on the way.