Mean Mistress Moon
My head had howled
With the words whirling
Through it that night
As we sailed swiftly
Within a small spider's dream
Are we what to us we seem?
Do we really matter much?
Are we gods he longs to touch?
A Teacher's Prayer For The Lost Children
The child who hides behind laughter
The child who reaches out with tears
The child who no one looks after
Who runs away when someone nears
Growth, Overgrowth, Undergrowth
</>A vine grew up around me.
It sounds fantastical, I know, but
At first I liked it:
I wish I couldn’t remember
The resonance of your voice,
Your silly laugh,