Drift

I drift in the forest
I swirl like the snow in the night air
By the weight of the earth, I’m tangled and hurled
I drift like a branch does in the wind

Like the silver birch that since before my birth
Has silently in the yard stood

The party lights up the frontlawn, the grass
The trees swirl and are hurled in the night air
By a weight in the darkness
I drift like the earth does, in the yard

It was not guilt or pain or regret that I could not contain
I never even found it strange

For something secretly may dwell in the darkness unknown
And so shrewdly move and even make its home
Or it may feign its embrace and feel kind and warm
When it has silently gone or was never there at all