Two
were guilty of the sin in breathing
when
they strayed that day they vanished—
still
just ten and younger.
They
were camping beneath the power lines
under
stars that are now dying—
their
pointed parts in heaven hadn’t stretched the endless sky
but
left a changeling waiting with them in the wooded grass
where
lost as they were lying.
They
shared themselves down in that grove
below
those power lines and hid their secret
tight
beneath their clothing.
And
in the dark when they saw no eyes
the
visions stirred that summer sweating
and
landed bright upon the ground to show two kids’ path
back
from the woods in truths so rounded new they found
them
hard to be forgetting.
From
then the sounds of nature stilled and
all
the hills bowed down the sky a fabled prayer—
a
lost kid’s lonely whimper.
And
though the bats flew ‘round the moon
in
the nighttime harvest of their filling,
the
two souls who were grounded grew out survival to be living
and
in searching fearful in the dark they sought them only
from
the Spirit all He's willing.
But
their bodies gasped and gave in before day
as
twilight broke the heavens from the treeline
where
they’re sleeping.
So
when missing in the dark, the wild heard
their
cries and worded prayers—
And
as dawn revealed their way they left the Spirit stranded,
and
empty handed, ran back home like two lost kids who
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