Saturday, September 5, 2020

Slumber Song - a poem

 you start to wonder,

if wondering is it all,

that things are different now

that once big becomes small.

how the starlight shines infinite in eyes,

and thoughts of babes and pets

and two-bedroom upgrades

are in regular supply. How it feels

to partner up, to furnish, clean, 

arrange the setup of spaces shared,

that everlasting bond, strong,

no matter how emotions play fickle

while you dodge and maneuver

between medications, and treatments.

as kitty climbs castle-high tower

and purchases like a bird all sharp-toothed

and eagerly lazy, you think you could sleep

soundly forever, even as your country burns

itself down all around you. 

there's still time to cozy up and dream,

still whispers of everything's

and we who tiptoe through along creaky

foundations of our brother land

it seems quite possible,

as if hoping were all it took to be possible

that there is a light at the edge of the shadows

and pursuing that has never been a waste

of time.

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