For everything is somewhere.

Far away some
Stone falls on stone
You hear the crack,
But it is not auditory.

Far away beneath,
Or perhaps around the corner,
A flower sprouts,
Under a bench where we used to sit

Under ground
The girl laughs and twirls around
Clutching on your heart, 
With her, ‘it’s not me’, and bitten hand.

Surely still somewhere they are Wild Eyed 
Benevolent. 
Careless. 
Coated in Silver, 
Lined up in time.

In places there and now, 
Marigolds and tulips, 
Rise, perhaps they do,
Somewhere. Between petals part 
Misty gold glistens down &
dust dances out of shadows too.
For everything is somewhere, 
& somewhere there is you.