As the crow flies

So will I to you

When things break

And foundations fail

When one strange morning

The earth shakes

Dislodging all resolution 

When fitting in

Can’t mend the breach

And the wind comes 

Rattling that old tune

Of un-roamed hills 

Unbeaten truths 

And shores resound

In drifter song

Mayhem for the strongest will

And all signs point 

To hither 

And yon

When weeks stacked 

Neat and tall

Fall clattering down

Weary of conformity

And months loom large

Unnaturally  

When beasts bay 

And traipse the night

Beseeching you

Straight away

I will fly

And I will lift you up

To the wild currents 

Sara Mathews        March 2019