somewhere there is a path home

errant in this maze of one-way streets

and rivers

where ships were burned to charcoal

turn the clocks back

dark early

and sleep now

forget your past, city

we were all free here and one day

flew from our chains

no songbirds left, it is too cold

branches crackle frozen and burn

smoke into our eyes

we were lost

crowd on the waterfront swallowed up

my limbs, shaking now in their cuffs

you sold

what you could find

souls or threads, the binding connected us

now you want me to return

can’t find my way

night comes early without oil lamps

to guide weary feet

burn our tracks behind

black sails

at least Theseus had a spool of silver

to lead him back from the labyrinth