[ CC ] Springboards

        
o h m m m m m        
       
I hear it
I hear you        
       
talking on wings of the wind        
speaking to me as if I know your voice        
from the distant gossip of crows        
       
o h m m m        
       
and it resonates        
       
no, wait---        
       
v i b r a t e s        
       
with the familiarity of a        
       
h o m e         
       
that I don't recall        
ever stepping into        
   
regardless, feeling its floorboards           
creaking underneath my restless feet        
still with impatience to explore
a world of words, creek beds, and cornfields        
outside the door