Brian Borcherdt Guide Home
I will miss them most of all when the late summer sun
begins to fall.
To drift in the dusk with no one at all.
I have been waiting so long for you to come guide me
home.
Sparks in the evening light through the trees.
We swallowed the sun, a forest of teeth.
With frost in our lungs we begin to breathe.
We have been waiting so long for you to come guide us
home.
We have been waiting so long for you to come guide us
home.
I didn’t hear you leaving.
Oh, I must have been sleeping.