I’ve been to the zoo a few times,
seen the giraffes, I fed one once!
I giggled as it took the carrot from my hand –
probably about as big as its eyelid
(unless that was all a dream).
Shadows here are plentiful and strange –
The dark has glowing eyes but no eyelids
(They never blink). Peculiar and estranged,
Here is a place where the monsters live.
fall (they love me?
they love me not?) it’s tough
to be a bug today (love me?
… or not …)
There is a tree I used to climb
With sweeping walls of green,
Enclosing me in another world
That only I could see.
Nooks and crannies in the branches
Became shelves to hold my dreams.
Each bough, a room all of its own
In a home (as I had deemed).
I sit cross-legged on a sunlight coated lawn
as Mother Nature strokes my forehead,
her silk caress lulls me into a daydream
commanding silence and slow breath
with my worries suspended in a sunbeam
she draws out every weight in my chest
There is a quiet in the air I can almost touch,
And time poised at my fingertips,
And the world seems an odd kind of still,
A waiting kind of still.
We tried asking politely,
Quietly, talking amongst ourselves
Hoping you’d overhear in hushed
Rustles, a subliminal message
In your ear (save us).