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.