Is your silence meant to be disconcerting?
Fortune graces me that you are unaware
solidarity is an old friend
and time and time again
we will go hand in hand
on paths through thoughtful woods
to calm seas
and open sky
Your excludence is empty
soft pillows of silence offer comfort,
compared to your Northern words.
Your body’s insecure shadow
weeps at my soft glow.
I stand tall against you
un-bowing to the storm of your own naivety
I regard you with apathy
You are nothing.