Elijah Yoder

From a small town to a city
Traded the grass for
Money and metro cards
Took an internship in fashion
Little did I know
Little did I know
I’d end up missing
My little farm-house town:
A little lamplight
And midnight thunder sounds
The single restaurant
The single coffee shop
The steam from the horse’s nose
An overcast walk through the blackberry grove
Watching the robins fly
To scour the dirt for worms inside
Only to take them home
For babies to gobble, grow, and cry
Maybe my eyes and weak
But I haven’t seen any signs of life here
Maybe my family’s right
Maybe they stand on the porch and wait for me in the night