boldlittleswallow’s posterous

in the dark I am left fumbling
after so many desk-side hours
I didn't see the tears coming
 
little River Junction
when I want sunshine
you give me rain
and this is when I fall in love
with you
 
your little roads and puddles
are swallowed by the river
and floating along
I find myself already home
 
or at least alone
is not what I thought it was
 
your gods are not my gods
and yet I look up and find
nothing but canopy
still the stone sky is held aloft
and the only piece that falls
tells me stories
 
finally
I'm beginning to understand