before the light changes,
Let little shoes dance me,
bright sparkles joy me up
from my bent fingers
and give me
a soft coat with a good name to frame my neck
with a warm concealing collar.
Let me draw it up
and look in the mirror
seeking some revelation past it all,
an essential truth
reflected by small shoes
and soft coat.
May these trappings conceal
and reveal
some truth of me shining
before the light fades too much.
(c)Dawn L.C. Miller
published in Skipping Stones 2007
Mindworm Press, Chesapeake, VA
No comments:
Post a Comment