Catacombs

I have a place that I call home deep down within the catacombs where Malcolm sits in a corner singing “Give peace a chance” and Martin stands with the crowd raising hell while I dance a jiggle with Fiddler while Ole Missus teaches Kizzie how to read passages from the Bible. And then Preacher gives communion to Nelson and me. There, the sun glows a brilliant blue. The midnight moon winks at Harriett as she peeps into my world before she retreats to her wooden box for the night. She will not stay long in my catacombs. But, that’s okay. For I still get to spend time with her because I do not fear the pattyrollers. So, I walk down the dirt roads without passes and explore the hills and the grasses of the worlds outside the boundaries of my home; my catacombs. Then— I go to the hole where Harriett lies in a box there waiting for me to bring back the songs that I’ve learned and then sing to her. And she sings back to me, “No more weepin, weepin, soon there will be no more weepin...” We both laugh and giggle aloud, then I return to my home, my catacombs, where the sun is still shining an indigo blue. But, Fiddler's grown tired of his jiggle dance, and I’ve learned to ignore Malcolm’s chants and Martin’s speeches of perpetual doom.