City Scrawl

I drag solitude with me everywhere

like a toddler trailing a blanky, 

its fabric heavy with briars, seed husks 

and longing, 

drenched in pine must, leaf mud 

and wish

but draped over and around me

it lifts, lightens, breathes

like the mist of cirrus clouds

and becomes my hearth and haven

cradling within

tiny silences -

the pulse of pine sap and worm crawl

the wistful weep of nestlings

the warble of sunlight on water

and I find I am home blissful. 

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