From Defeat

Gingerly
Silently
From a place of respect
From defeat

Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door

From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn

He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight

Gut

These thoughts circle ’round
Not quite coming home until
More precisely
Rustled in 
By a dutiful cattle shepherd or the gravitational pull
Of intuition initially dismissed

But that dog in the dust 
He knew 
What I didn’t want to know, I knew
And that summer solstice 
Which is never late
Saw me bow to its truth