France

Last night the power tripped

Gales of lightning flew through the valley

And pinned us beneath the winds

Rain pelted worlds still further

From which we awoke in the caves behind glass looking out

In the middle I sat when the night was whipped

Like shutters pulled in from the sides of the room

The dew of the storm can hold you in new light

Your footsteps on the gravel crunch through time in a rhythm I have woken before

I still remember who you are when I needed someone to lean on

Power lines through trees are thick like lines I leave towards that place I come from

Who is making your bread and giving you a bed to sleep

Who is giving you work and there when you need