Hesperus - Benoît Pioulard

The line extending up from my heart into your head

Is an error-seeking path and pleasantly misled

And although they may be significant to free

The older babies are younger sons-to-be

On transit footfall plays, comfort comes in waves

A million-sided face breathing memories we’ve saved

We’ll find a light one day arching over Hudson Bay

A branch tip in the haze or on the sky’s redacted grey

Drawing clear the dark, we blindly heed to dusk

Ignore a hoary lark 'cause the world’s too much with us

Home unties the knots in my tongue and round my hands

Carving out our verities with dream-peppered doubt and plans

I sought a way to convince history to hesitate