Welcome Home

Dark silhouettes surround me
As I crouch down into nothing.
The wind hits my face and I
Call out.
Hoping for someone.

It was cold,
And I was small.
I could see the moon through the
Branches that concealed me.
And for a moment,
It was silent.

I hadn’t the faintest idea where they were.
The neighborhood kids were my friends,
And we were running from something.
Something I can’t remember.

I sat, sinking down into the doughy moss.
As my bare feet became damp,
I could hear night creatures
Wailing and singing, preparing for their nightly
Feast.

It was a gathering among beings.
Secret. Sacred, without human disruption.
They howled and they screamed,
Dancing and dining beneath a glowing moon.

I linger under silhouettes,
Looking up through,
To the vast sky
filled with light.

Under silhouettes,
I listen to the celebration around me.
Feeling the summer warm breeze on my face
I close my eyes,
And the moon whispers.
Welcome home.