Disconnection

By | 1 May 2018

Little one,
I see you mouth empty spaces,
for a mother’s words to fill
and stretch your ears
for the stories and their voices.

I watch your
trembling limbs
ache to shake
in dance
and hear your lungs
as they gasp with songs unknown.

I feel your
body sans
spirit,
ceremony
and secret

and know that
it has been grown
without roots –
away from the earth that cradled you

and I taste the hunger
you do
to know the parts of yourself,
to feel at home
when your
dreaming has been taken.

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