Nest

Looking at photographs Of people I don't recognise And places I don't remember being Reading letters from strangers Their words appear to be about me I'll bury myself in the heart of this home Burrowing under books given to children now old Asleep in the shadow Of an old life Daybreak on a sleeping swarm I've laid my roots As deep as they can go This place wasn't built around me As my antlers grew From one nest to another And I call it home I am a mist And you are a mirror This nest is a furnace And we are its embers I am a mist And you are a mirror This nest is a furnace And we are its embers