I’m writing alone…next to pebbles…dust…small eminences of photographs from purse…cold stone…moss on brick…my head lays against smooth stone…..my home is outside everyone’s home….I sleep alone waiting for better and all along I am outside sleeping on the smooth stone…alone…but in the mist…in the damp approaching morning…the still night breaking into dawn…the cool wind….the moving night life rhythm settles…
I think how children could only be children. We smooth each others rough edges…even the devil…I kiss to forgive. I finally evaporated in a direction that leaves me in stillness with the one and only...my mother …Ella...so innocent to forgive me because I only wanted to… I only wanted to sleep…sleep slowly into what she blessed ….on altars…and baptisms by sacred rivers….I breath deeply…falling…I collapse in her love shivering alone in a warm envelope of hugs…
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