I have forgotten my voice,

And become smaller. I don’t know

where I was lost, which forked road,

which whimsical decision.

Once in Vermont late at night,

A dark so dark I could see

Only the dark, I was lost

With no flashlight to open

A seam in nights starless threat.

So, I stopped, stood still, knowing

The sun would eventually

Rise to reveal the way home.

Reason’s path does not matter

To the ground I sit upon.

(December 9, 2017)