End of hibernation
Begin year three after
the long nights anguish
for a direction
March demands action
absent malice aforethought
With all else uncharted
only geography to explore
Somewhere better than this
Veil of cloud
and damp ever present
The Poet’s visage not like today
Grey statuary forgotten
Eyes blank, imitate the dead
No counsel or inspiration
Only realization
Despite all efforts
my feet not set in stone
Someone better than this
No monument can follow
where my steps lead away
Sentries in stone keep their place
Only watch as you leave
for somewhere better than this