Don'T Look the Children In the Eyes
because I was a child I had my eyes above
I saw too clearly beyond clouds
then the rain came down
and grandma took me by the hand
to the beehives
I stepped into the sticky mud up to my ankles
my eyes slipped down
when I tasted for the first time
the core of the honeycomb
too sweet
little by little
my eyebrows thickened
from dandelion to dandelion
and baptism after baptism
the tiny stars grew roots
no more place in the sky for my eyes
now when it rains I search in vain
my grandma’s big and black umbrella
Copyright © Cristina M Moldoveanu | Year Posted 2014
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