Tired and weak down at Drowning Creek No sense of direction Water curls black like tea With the sugar resurrection Yesterday a bird came in the house Clung to the curtains his inside out Inside out Inside out I should have seen the signs in the sandhill pines A fine print family tree Among the switchbacks and property lines Crowd of cypress knees Am I doing the right thing As I mimic and sing Inside out Inside out Inside out Inside out The sleeping porch lies and waits While the storm breaths and hesitates Lashes out like a child Flashing looks worn and wild Inside out Inside out Inside out Inside out Inside out