So vivid, but the sky is muted, again
my childhood home I do reside,
and with my sisters and my mother.
There were the lace curtains, but
brighter than what I remembered,
pristine, and even the wooden floors
seem newly stained.
I am surprised! A guest has arrived,
beloved and still stranger.
Dissapointed, he becomes,
with my appearance
or with my hypervigilant, spacial -fondness.
Still, my sister pulls me aside,
whispering words of encouragement,
telling me not to count out
the stars in my favorite constellation.
The scene shifts to a future unknown,
a place of laughter and play,
and I overhear about the loose
crocodile before I see it;
my child points him out.
Dark green, and at least six feet,
the scaled beast spies my daughter,
and in a moment sized her for his
great grim appetite.
I called for the help of my mirrored psyche,
and as if a game, he lifted her above
and bounced her away from reptilian fate,
empty jaws left snapping.
Ecstatic from this victory, I shamelessly
celebrated, and laughed with mirthful
tones, mocking the croc from afar.
Again, forward I go into the land
of overcast skies, a different time,
but not too distant.
A girl I knew, but was not friends with,
a person I secretly envied,
tells me of a proposition, a non-traditional
relationship. And though I am outraged,
I help her.
Dark-grey stones blaze from the sky
as if the weather has allowed
the storm at last, and they singe
bright yellow, orange, and blue
banners that hang above the shops,
leaving smoking holes where they fell through,
but I am not harmed.
I worry instead for the girl,
and we weave between the
firey shower. She blames volcanoes,
but there are none here, I know.
We enter an exhibit, some zoo,
climb the fence into this verdant world
that seems detached from judgement.
I find the supplies, and hear her scream,
this girl. I run to where I think she is,
find her bloodied, her leg is ripped,
but the animal flees upon sensing me,
Jaguar and I in a cage.
We scale the fence, away to the transport,
a van of moderate size.
I find a seat and three come to sit
with me. I greet the one closest,
and he remarks that I confuse him
for someone else, and must think them
all to look alike. I study them,
and find differences in the faces,
and the small, pointed ears they each own.