.bluehands somebody moved the horizon the trees lean the wrong way a white horse stands still nobody rides it the river knows my face it never says my name the sun sleeps with open eyes the stars arrive too early a shadow opens the gate i walk through first the birds don’t sing they wait every window holds a different sky the mountain breathes nobody hears it a child laughs the sound never lands the dust keeps dancing long after the feet are gone the ocean hides what the land forgot i follow the smoke there is no fire the night has blue hands they never let go i don’t choose a direction i choose the next step when the morning finds me i won’t look the same
