Short Introspectionchild Poems

Otherwise

You look like someone I used to love,
just like that child I loved, even the grey 
morning knows the child is alive inside
somewhere.  Why don’t you reach for her,
reach out your hand just now, see if she
can reach an outstretched hand back
to you and be alive together again.
For a moment be free of everything
else that intrudes on that little girl
and you, who are always a child
in the eyes of the laws of the universe,
every old god, manmade or otherwise.