Cast a shadow upon the ground of a strange land,
And what then?
Cradled by words and stories,
Cradled in a soft hand,
Upon the bed of my mind,
On comfort and care that won’t swallow,
Nor wash away the sodden leaves that are dreary as they reflect the past.
Looking out the rearview mirror,
The future comes hard and fast,
Crashes hard against the cage,
Behind which the present reality resides.