Boy

this forest path
beneath your feet
you’re leaving the city below

birdsong and buzzing
and sun and stone
are warming your body and soul

(come home)

all at once
eyes are clear

(we are the wind
we are the river
we are your brothers
we love you)

why do the grownups
not speak of this
in whispers when they think you sleep?

is it the magic
they do not see
or one of the secrets they keep?