Dawning Creations

Reaching out
The sun is so bold,
covering my ashen form

The blankets shift
I can hear the shrill call of the crow
and the retort of his mate

Reaching out
Everyone else is working
Sewing their seeds
like wax sealing secretive parchments
Hot and rushed
they know what it’s worth

Little minds growing,
giving way to cracks
and refusals

Reaching out
and I miss your eyes
your yearning to surrender to
what’s been growing in shadow
by you

The crow flaps his wings,
descending on that piece of crumb

I’m envious in my numbness,
my self-pity cocooning nest
Blankets curling and being
pushed over beside

I give way to the sleepiness
The sun rises and sets
without me.

My stomach lurches
as I feel another nagging coming on
On two feet, I’m sprinting

Cold, white
porcelain seat beneath me
I’m on my knees praying for this to surcease

My wrist glows
ghastly mint, 3:00 a.m.

The writhing in my gut settles.
I wriggle into the shower,
steam and warm water warm my bones.

I want the sun on my cheeks
the scent of rain dampened mountainsides.
I want to run for that photo
that sacred moment, when nothing else exists
I want the little minds growing,
my promises of a great adventure
I want to want again
I want to breathe
I want to eat like eating won’t hurt me
and love like loving won’t kill me.