the thieving wind

once i was small and naked in your arms,
just an absence growing into a presence;

once i could hide in the impossible small places
for you to hunt me down in fits of laughter;

once i sat before the meals you made
and raged at liver and onions while you held fast;

once i ran away from you but always came back
because you were a safe and certain destination;

now you are on the thieving wind
and i am rooted to the cold, jealous earth
with nowhere to hide and no place to run

and so i scream into the darkness
because its your voice that echoes back
cool and soothing until i sleep

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