Standing outside, watching the far-off third-floor window,
Wondering why the
blue light blinks as is does,
Pondering what could make it happen, and smiling again,
In the
bleak and
solemn dark, cold and
unforgiving,
Despite the
midnight forces.
The cool air intrigues me, makes me want to linger on its
fingertip…
Makes me wish to be its
thimble for the
sewing of the coming fall.
No, don't go home quite yet…to the
grass and back 'round…
Take your time! For lack of better terms,
relax…
Watch the
clouds play in the stars…watch
Mother Moon singing,
And for a short, short time, feel like I did when I was a child.
Make me
barefoot,
memories, and spare me not the details,
I wish to remember it all. Break down the
barriers!
Allow myself to be open,
bloom,
rejoice,
Pray for them all, prayers for the rest of them,
And once again slip into the real
woman.
I stood outside, watching the blue light in the window,
Wondering…
Making up stories in my head of what it was…
And I smiled to myself, hands in my trench coat pockets,
And tilted my head, then took steps, one black and white Converse after another,
Headed home.