The Return

You came back to me
In a million sparrows
Plaguing lawns
With fragile beauty

You threaded my eyes
In the dark
With a million year old stars
Blinking

A million fallen leaves
Carpeting ovals
a million paddocks, a million rocks,
A million insects
A million pimples on the globe

You returned
You came back in
a whispered word
Spoken in silence among scraps
Of paper, discarded pens,
And useless bits of information

You returned
in the midst of
fragmented meaning
Slotting it together

You returned
in silent words

And my house again grew quiet
My house once more at rest