Nightcrawler - Heather Woods Broderick

I pitch my falls to where my mind is running to

I take it my words are getting lost rolling over my tongue

There’s something living on the bottom

Barely breathing through the mud

It must be a nightcrawler curling from the sun

A lovely little walk along the water’s edge

Past the pinnacle to the mouth

Where all of the ghosts live in the slipstream

They’re swimming for their health

It all takes me back to when I was in a moment of love

Thirteen miles outside Athenry

On the way to my brother’s house

The solar eclipse is traveling to the coast of Oregon

The shadows will race over the valleys

They’ll be tumbling out of the ruts

And whatever’s breathing on the bottom

Bubbling through the crud

Might be eased by a dampness

When the moon covers us