Stranded

You who are stranded in unsuitable places,
your qualities scorned as weeds,
that you are noble is noticed
by angels in blasted windows
and passersby, you are noticed
by more than leaves in the wind,
noticed and awaited where
you have already been
in dreams. Go there in your good time,
put your memories one by one away.

In your most difficult hours
as your skin abandons you
and no one seems familiar
you are watched in the darkest corner
and approved. Ancient comrades see
you toil among these strangers
who claim to know you, see
you summon virtues only they suspect
who fear you and become enemies
while avowing love.