One childhood I was small
I was unable to hold my space
The screams and the buckets of ash
Rained down upon my head
Words of a mother who
Let go too soon
And asked for company
On her bitter journey.
One childhood I found
Solace in the smells and sounds of animals
The white wings of Samoyeds
The sour peace of horse piss in straw and
Horse bodies that just took it all
And gave back their own containment.
One childhood I was blown with the wind
Across the water
Salted for safekeeping
Dancing with dolphin cousins
Walking the rocks of my spirit only semi-seen.
And now I am small again,
Tiny in my body without my big shell house
Naked of ego and of dust
And this time I can release the
Dreams and drama never mine
This time I can run free in grass
With a guitar I can’t play and
It doesn’t matter.
In this childhood now
I can be innocent and new,
Clear and uncluttered and unclinging
Standing on my own two feet undaunted
Singing in my own raw voice and not asking
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