I come round from sleep
to the sound of bellowing:
a cow in a field.
I am here,
where are you?
It is 1am
and the full moon is shining;
all else is quiet.
I am here,
where are you?
Booming out loudly
like a foghorn out at sea,
persistent, urgent.
I am here,
where are you?
Who are you calling?
Who has been taken from you?
Or who have you lost?
I am here,
where are you?
A friend? Or a child?
Or a relative perhaps?
Someone that you miss?
I am here,
where are you?
You sound so distraught.
I can hear your suffering.
And I am sorry.
I am here,
where are you?
I hope that you find
safety and security,
and your peace of mind.
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