Long Mergence Poems

Mergence

mergence of thoughts, look into that mirror,
one that begins underneath your child’s eyes —
slip a look, or like Alice
should your son or daughter slip into nonexistence...

do you see their head as a wastebucket
where you wad up lined paper
throw it into their basket...
could that you see the wrinkles that form

the worry lines like rivulets
all over her...his….non-discriminant face.
the jewel that dreams a longing
like the Nile belonging, hugging the coast.

don’t tower over a youth
like a strong babbling brawn.
look into the clear waters of their mind,
they become clearer all the time

at eye level with their thoughts,
strands behind the ears,
even the pimples on the nose —
suppose you love all of their apropos refrain.

suppose you dream their dreams too…

2/7/2020