Sussing Out My Special Place
crowded, cornered —
i suss out my special place.
tossing, turning,
dendrites burning
the insides of my eyes.
posit the tables
chairs, arrangement
of girls and boys.
the chatter of calypso sticks,
pages — like wings exhausting.
the glaring windows behind me,
in front of me, reflections
bursting at the seams.
hardly a cool spot on
the woven carpet. crisscrossed
late Spring legs, disconnected
eyes wandering.
lazy, cramped, braille-fingers
pulling at pacifier, gathering glue sticks,
scattering cheerios
shaking them like confetti all around.
anticipation, participation,
ultimate undulation of harmonious music.
beautiful skin - small, smaller, smallest.
smile crescendo, even tears that grip
the storytime rug, not prepared
to disembark the flooded ark.
the lingering final moments
of the chosen eight
ruddy faces, the chosen few,
apologetic —
lost in their favorite time
with kith and kin.
dramatic lighting, undulating of leafy green
and xanthous sun — i inhale
and exhale with oxyrhynchus-oxygen.
all the whirling, twirling stars replenish
the universe. soul-lights in my night sky
behind my pillowed-eyes, sleep
is peaceful.
a snowy-dove lands, satisfied
by the lay of the land.
6/12/2019
oxyrhynchus hymn - invokes silence, a cosmic stillness
kith and kin - family and friends
Chosen eight - like those on Noah’s ark
dove - left Noah’s ark for good when it found land after the flood
soul-lights - the satisfied storytime kids
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Kim Rodrigues
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