The howling wind
The hoot of an owl
Insist they open their senses
Slipping about in the dark
Embracing childlike wonder
In the belly of the hill
Mud a predator so wits are needed
Flickering lights like mechanical ants, remind them from a distance, what we have become. This is their church because they are together.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2018
The World Outside the Window 