Friday, August 7, 2020

make/believe

What if the children were the gods

among us all the time

as we fenced them in and limited their



shining gods that stumble

see the loving mother showing him how to eat

like a bird with her



young we played those childhood games

but we saw other worlds

some of us didn't



return to truth can a heart harden

calcified from pain

shrunk



in tiredness I believe the night has answers

but I rarely dwell in her blue

for dreams pull me and not just dreams



sometimes, perhaps one day, we will feel again

in renewed innocence

the god within our memory