"You will never be alone, you hear so deep

a sound when autumn comes. Yellow

pulls across the hills and thrums,

or the silence after lightening before it says

its names - and then the clouds' wide-mouthed

apologies. You were aimed from birth:

you will never be alone. Rain

will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,

long aisles - you never heard so deep a sound,

moss on rock, and years. You turn your head -

that's what the silence meant: you're not alone.