The scary monsters in my head, your worst fears realized.
He has walked your terrain a thousand years, yet
he is a stranger. I do not know this man.
Walking, effortlessly through
a hundred evenings past.
Whom have I bed?
Searing, screaming pain
grabs you at the fleshy places.
It hits me hard on Elders Trail.
What if I am unable to find him again,
in this place?
And as I turn to go
the Raven cries in protest
to the storm
that is my dwelling place.