Winding a riddle with his hands
Turning the corner he holds on
Carefully watching those stepping stones
Minding the way that he falls on

Look out
Your broken words are scattered
Leaves
Morning light
All the nights we’ve lied

The last words have been sown
These fears are going on
South, past the growing river
So deep and then so wide

A new day and the rooster crowing
Out through the river
Going down to the paths
Where knowing joy takes you to the other side

Rocking his stories in his arms
Leaving the stone where they grew from
Light like the dust in the evening sun
Skipping over the shadows he moves on

Look up
You’re shaking sorrow’s flying
Here
Living for now
Juggle the light and shade