the owls whispered something
in the night
the other night
in the woods where wind was dancing
the arms were reaching
and fingers trembling
between the trunks
and shadows lurking
the owls whispered something sweet
in the fire light
the other night
when neighbors were passing
down the street and vanished
out of sight
after the sirens had sung their song
and twirling lights had come and gone
the owls whispered their sweet ignorance
they already knew
before questioning who
it's just a moment
when all has dimmed
a flicker of sun flitters
through the trees
catching your light flesh
in the darkening world
I'd let you hitchhike
for now if you ask
the night is lonely
without the moon and stars
and this road, well
it just doesn't see many cars
and I'd give you all
the past again if you ask
the breeze still whispers
what we had missed
it's just a moment
when the final rays
settle on your eyes
blinding me to you
daring to step in the dark
so far away and out of view
I'd let you hitchhike
giving you my feet for your shoes
and my heart for your drum
letting you thump around
in a life we once had
it starts with a tickle
on the back of your neck
the movement of those tiny hairs
in the slightest breeze
that arouses the senses
the stimulation just the same
to make you plant your toes
where you stand
when all the chaos swirls
around you
news of the churning plastic ocean tides
or pandemic fears
or children's tears
in the face of starvation
or simply broken appliances,
flat tires, and speeding tickets
whatever the whirl the wind
will turn and shake you with
your toes have been planted
and those roots grow deep
and deeper yet with each
and every windy day
