The vagrant returns

Jena Woodhouse
I have been waiting,
searching the clouds for omens,
seeking clues in the intricate
patterns of leaves;
observing the ways of birds,
reading river tracings,
keeping cold vigils
for infinitesimal signs;
warding off the dark knight
with first glimmers of daybreak,
awaiting the vagrant's return.

Only today did the soul
reinhabit my body...