I am lost in this greying world.

There are depths of air far past the horizon--
I cannot breathe enough.

Closely-knit clouds make a roof above me--
I have not found shelter.

This road I follow, it knows me well--
I do not know the way home.

I should have stayed there with you,
in that place, at that time.

My body is a dark outline, 
my skin is a shell; I pull away
from its edges. 
My arms wrap around my shoulders,
my knees touch my chest,
all to keep my heart warm
as I join the singing wren,
another little soul
above an innocent world
against a widening sky.

The sun shines golden behind me here.
Surrounded by my own kind, I belong to the open.
For now.