Spirit my child
away from the privation
That is my existence
For I must be
a changeling
These people cannot
possibly be my
Real parents:
He who tips his
bottle back
She who wields
the leather strap.
I am invisible
I am intangible
I am unlovable
Seeking halcyon
amongst the trees
That shelter me
Keeping my secrets
I speak phatically
The trees know
the language
Of my heartspeak
I know not their
ancient tongue
The willows weep
When the child's
soul is numb
The white birches
whisper
Hello as their
leaves
Chatter in the
wind
And my Ancient
friend
The pine in Cuppie's
back field
With her branches
that are
Taller than any
one can reach
Absorbs what I
agonize
But cannot feel
Into her trunk
And somewhere
releases pitch.
I age, time heals,
Che' feels
I teach myself
respect
I give myself
permission to be hedonistic
I accept the rose
From her heart
I believe
I am visible
I am tangible
I am lovable
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