take me home 𖦹

Bats flying home to the tree beyond my room
My room
almost mine like the bat’s flight becoming its path

Blemish between my eyes a second mouth
with which to pray

My prayer a blue yarn connecting window
to window              
Needful as the tension it keeps

I construct a sense of place like a moat
(nights here where tragedy is a slight hush 
on the outskirt grass and the bats above
and the eels below
shivering from river to sea)