A tired light settles itself
Behind the rocks
Igniting clouds
That silhouette a northbound flock
Another year and I’m still here
Minding the shop, watching the clock
Windblown and unknown
Held by the miles that separate this place
In my fence of silence
Removed from the mainland static
With some measure of grace
Contact comes twice a day
Along the cable run
Faint pulsing life
From some distant relay station
The wire burns the world still turns
Whatever my situation
Nameless and aimless anxiety
The spirit of the age
Those envoys of white noise
That shut out every chance
To do much more than disengage
And this one last tie
That keeps you bound to me -
I cut the line and I am free
