Poems and Power: Sept 7

Write it into existence

In the feathery folds of her brown hair,

you’ll find the entire world.

knotted from wind,

somersaults in the grass,

one million cartwheels I’ve

been asked to watch.

without her, the universe has

no string to hold it together.

no construct. no light.

peace is found in her morning

sigh, when the fish in the tank

next to her is swimming furiously

to the surface to reach new air.

when the cat is fed and has stopped

stirring.

when the sun screams through the blinds

and pupil wide eyes sharpen

into focus.

girls waking up

in dark rooms in all corners

hold world peace in their fists.

allow them to un-clench.

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