october

the music plays
astronauts float
i wonder if he is listening.

quiet for days
i put my ear to the ground

cold cold dirt
beneath my hands
and i listen

wonder

windy
crisp
it stings
i shiver

i remember the beginning

sweet sweet sweat

i remember

he hears my heart
beating through my palms

cold damp dirt
earth raw flesh

he always
listens

sets me free
i am alive

october is born

our october returns