You said to be scared of the alligators
Every time we walk this trail
Little turtles glide and perch
A fresh lawn smelling of grass and pollen
Rocks covered in lichen and slime
Jumping on them anyway
Avoiding bright blue waters
And piercing sun beams
Grasping at the little fragments
Of youth left in me...
When the fall wind starts to creep in
And I’m made into a tattered piece of cloth
Where can I grasp
So I don’t blow away into the trash
When the winter snow falls to the ground
And I’m made into a starving dog
Where can I eat
So I don’t freeze to the bone
When the spring growth spurts
And I’m made into a bug allergic to color
Where can I stay
So I don’t choke myself
When the summer heat bakes t...
if only leaves never browned
and you didn’t tire of calling my name
if only the moon could wrap me in her warm blanket
and care webs could form effortlessly like silkworms in their element
if only a cat’s purr could lull me to gentle rest
and we could all be fluent in each others touch languages
if only if only if only...
I turned the lights off and held a match unlit
To feel the terror crawling through my body
To test my patience
My endurance for pain
To feel the want
The desperation
For a match lit
To guide the way
In the pitch black nothingness
Only your voice on the phone
I surrendered the little hungry pieces of me
That were left
And took note of my fear
My emptiness
In that pitch black nothingness...
