Looking for Light in a Fading World

Looking for Light in a Fading World

When you were small and weak
I took you in
from the hidden corners
of the world
I gave you shelter
and a place to begin again.

I now lie hidden
in a small corner
of a murky river.
In the distance
I can hear a ringing bell.

Its metal voice
is small and weak.

Michael Robinson artist/poet