Her Day's Worth
At sundown, my dreams begin
from the privacy of a wooden door comes freedom
Beyond every window is a mystery
Life's detective--with little hands
Daybreak, I shall start again
nurturing discovery
every swaying gill in the bayou will be poked, prodded, examined
Bayou;she knows I'm coming
I play for hours at her warm waters edge until those fish swim--away
Strange sounds soothe me; restless, listless, small
dance away--dance away, shake and rattle bone
Shiny things too big for me to hold
I hear them every day,trusting my ears to listen
Pattern lullaby
At the height of it all
taller than my world around
branches of the thickest sort collect me
Holding precious identity safe, amid the one who seeks it most
I must get there
Higher up I scale more foliage, thorns and fruit alike
Alas, I have reached the top
Home is what I see
Street with fainted yellow line
enclosed by silver snaps of gate
rumbling life-sized motor toys
Lay--stranded by human hands
I know I'm close
I turn to hear a voice at my elbows
sweet satin words surround me--subtle, pink, with a dash of clear compassion
My friend bids me farewell
and fades
She helped me find...Home...Here.
Copyright © Karis Watie | Year Posted 2010
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