crow

I am finally standing

In a place I can be still

My feet are roots

They are buried

Warm soil and the wheat

There are trees

There is fire

But no wind to kiss me

I stand above the thicket

I stand above

I stand firmly

I am alone

I remember your song on the radio

Sitting in your pickup truck

Only red

in the wood

But I saw you last night

In the crowd behind me

Guitarist on the stage

Only one

He was dancing

Then I wonder

If he felt alone too

Everyone dances

when he’s not in the room