“Come hither!”
She beckons,
arms wide, lips curling
twisting, my soul with it.
Thunder echoes,
whispering hope in ears
rustling as autumn leaves
brushing against
my callous frame.
Worn by weather,
marred by wear,
my eyelids droop—
crinkles catch up,
I let go.
She bundles me—
warm scoop and ice cream,
melts the cold away,
carries me home.
She slaps me in the face,
full and forceful.
I don’t turn away.
For the first time in a long time,
I don’t cower
like a homeless house rat
at the hunger of a cat.
My fingers don’t fumble
no shiver down my spine,
like a book lover
caressing a binder.
Instead, I smile.
My hair leaps from its pedestal,
tickling my nose.
I sniff as it goes.
For every slap in the face,
I shower back smiles.
Warm spring breeze.
Etched deep as carbon
a footprint of extinction
lingers a farewell
White, light on sight,
as swans in a lake
flowing with a breeze,
fluffy puffs of spring
glide across my gaze.
As tiptoeing at midnight
lest we awaken ghosts,
floating, beyond reach—
like truffle, treacle tarts,
hover those clouds.
Jump up, dance about
spread your arms and sing along
spring is your oyster
The Chaos Within 