Crawl into corners.
Duck under desks.
Tuck in a ball under
Tables with long,
White tablecloths,
Walk into the middle of
Clothing racks, shroud
Yourself amid the hangers,
Long dresses, skirts that
Flow down,
Lock yourself in a
Bathroom.
Scoot, wiggle limbs, torso, legs,
Through a tiny window
That opens to a secret
Basement room of your
Best friends’ home,
Bury yourself in crunchy
Autumn leaves,
Set sail on a cruise ship
Out on the ocean on
The other side of the
Country,
Lose yourself in the pristine mountains,
An ocean of whales breaching the surface,
Saunter quickly to the visitor’s bleachers,
Bicycle on a country road, hop
Off, hold the handlebars
Roll your bicycle through
Rows and rows of tall corn stalks in a
Remote farm field,
Swim turtle style to the bottom
Of a swimming pool and
Hold your breath for as long as you can,
Feel the quiet underwater ripples of
Cold, warm water,
Step barefoot in a muddy bottomed lake
In the deep woods,
Hold the center of yourself in imaginative
Magical places,
When supposed to be protector persons
Become
Perpetrators & Predators.
Empty yourself of that and
You will be
Free.
Thank you so much, Larry! I appreciate you ever so much, my friend!
Laura, My dear poet, you inspire, and gift us with the beauty of your beautiful poetry.