Hocking County

Something about this place

Makes me tired early

But the silence

Prohibits sleep

There is a loneliness

That can’t be heard in the city

It’s muffled by the busses,

Domestic disputes,

Train tracks,

And tragedy

The trees smirk

Waiting for me to

Finally figure it all out

The birds chirp

Their subtle hints

And I chop wood

Listening for anything

And yearn for the pain

Confusion

And intoxication

Of home