Say you grew here
Your mother a restless gust
Rising and falling in tangles of bare branches

Say your first word was “light”
And your father tried to make you a paper God
All blonde hair and
Endless ignition

Say the words behind you beat back a ragged silence
Winding paths into the shattered heart of the world

Say the horizon curves and bends people back
Here
Beside you
Waiting for a sign to begin