an invisible crow screams chants
over a grey cold sky

the first yellow leaf has fallen

at the rhythm of a biological clock

within the earth, within ourselves

lost cal to go out and play

the kid that lives inside of me

touches your ear gently while you sleep

the kid that lives inside of you

covers her with a blanket and drags her close

a sky full of stars observe us quietly

thy wonder how it feels to have a body

flesh and tears, dreams and directions

how seriously we breathe, how consciously we touch

the only thing they know is that we share this biological clock

that is not a clock, is a tide

and is not biological, is intertwined

they laugh about mundane words with love

that is unconditional and miraculously balanced

as the invisible crow, the yellow leaf

the tide and the flesh  and the touch 

of our sleepy kid-selves