A few words

The rocking chair against the chestnut rug, she called my head to meet her beating hug. Bellied chuckles that roll through living rooms, she rests on breathing flowers, the rain has bloomed, the singing clocks who greet the noontime sun, her photographs dance, memories have run… I don’t want to believe in a long time ago, only moments that mean something, and those that don’t. When I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, your scent finds me and my heart finds your chest.

In the midst of sunny days, my light bulbs were out. My heart led my feet to find your doorstep in doubt, Ajar, I wandered around your sunlit room. Both the moon and the sun have woken and slept, Yet I remain as the flowers recollect.

Learning to reestablish, Sinking down from the surface To the bottom on the sand. I will swim up to the waves.

Sixteen will have moments when black printed words consume your vision and appetite, when smiling faces blur into phantoms lurking the halls, when the insides of your eyelids become your favorite view. And my love, that’s okay. Sixteen will have moments when your thoughts dance into a sea of memories, when experiences push you forward, you will begin to learn that life makes mistakes.

Who invented dialect if the Light does not speak? The Quran, the Bible, the Torah: descended from Above (?) You have institutionalized the Father, the Temple is lavished in gold. Still your neighbor waits on the sidewalk. She reaches out, and asks for Bread. The Light is up there laughing, as Adam’s family tries to control the Souls of all the people, the young fed by the Old.