Who do you become
when the
streetlight switches on
and the sun slips
below the screen of wheat and corn?
Does Jade Rabbit’s
smile
beaming across the
night sky
ignite your
dragon’s blood?
Do you join the
mermaids
swimming upon white
percale
or do you grab your
sword,
a ninja clamoring
over
cedar shingle roof
tops?
You abandon
yourself to a sleep
deep and dark,
on journeys I
cannot follow -
When the monsters
come
as they always do,
whose hand do you
reach for?
Whose eyes do you
seek for confirmation
you are you,
safe and whole?
In what language do
you hear the words
Mommy’s here …
you’re alright …
(written for Poem It Out with Liz Lamoreux - a juicy course and we're only on day three! There's still time to join if you want to come play with me! This month I am also participating in the third annual August Break. Info is here if you want to join in on the fun.)
mmmmmmm...love this...so much. and yes, our broomsticks are apparently thrumming on the same moonbeam....;)
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xoxox
like mel, i had to resist the urge to comment on this in PIO.
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Wonderful! Visiting from August Break.
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