Alaska - Pinegrove

Last month in Alaska

The pattern of my life laid out

And I asked what I’ve been asking you

Like trees repeat, like numerals do

Like a ladder to the atmosphere

The crumbs each come again and again

And I let it

Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it

When we landed in Orlando

And the local time was 11:11

I lit at his eyes closed

Through that opalescent open road

And then time spread and expanded

The lines fanned out across the land

And I let it

Plant me down and tether me 'till I get it

Can I leave the canopy forever

And plant me down and turn away