I hear it in the cards I shuffle and the words I write
I hear it in the way the wind knocks
Against the window pane tonight
A whisper: You must see this one through
But if I knew how to read the victor’s sign
Pointing me onward or directing me behind
I would’ve saved myself some long walks
A question: Do you know what is true?
Another: Do you even need to?
If I press until the world goes dark
Until it’s just me, the woods, and my beating heart
I know how to find the North star
A calling: start, my love, with where you are
With Love,
Natalie