Hands fill a jar with cold tap water. Feet shuffle in socks to the couch where this body drops and wraps knit knots around cold legs. The back bends then, touching cup to coffee table where there is pen and paper and book.
Above this body, child and man sleep on wooden frames, spring mattresses, and cotton bedding, dreaming forgettable tales while their hearts beat blood and breathe. My breath is wet as a sea breeze, in and sigh, in and sigh, in and sigh... these breaths of bliss.
Behind the window and behind bold feathery firs, the sun rises like a glittery gold balloon, floating, pulling ribbons of pink and yellow, ribbons that wrap every little thing in light to be seen.
Behind the window and behind bold feathery firs, the sun rises like a glittery gold balloon, floating, pulling ribbons of pink and yellow, ribbons that wrap every little thing in light to be seen.
The house is soft and warm and still until ---BUMP! Two bare feet bark on floor planks followed by, "Momma!"
Another sigh followed by,
acceptance. "Yes, love. I'm downstairs!"
Bump! says a foot.
Bump! says a foot.
Bump! Bump! Bump!
say two bare feet on tall wide stairs
Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump!
patter...patter...patter...patter...patter...
She appears in short dress, no pants,
hair ragged as weeds in the wind,
a shine beneath the nose,
sweat between the toes,
and diamonds in her eyes.
She is glad to be alive!
Who is this person wearing the body of a child?
I don't know, but yes to this moment and yes to this one and this one too!
She appears in short dress, no pants,
hair ragged as weeds in the wind,
a shine beneath the nose,
sweat between the toes,
and diamonds in her eyes.
She is glad to be alive!
Who is this person wearing the body of a child?
I don't know, but yes to this moment and yes to this one and this one too!
Not surprisingly, Rachel, I just love this. I was transported to your home and to the wealth of love you have in your heart reading it!
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