Foreign Languages

I am condensing,
taking the shape
of monoliths.
Standing in the center
so that she has
somewhere
to walk in circles
when she needs
to walk in circles.
This is
as ancient a religion
as any…
when they need water
will you have a full cup?

Dancing feet
now set
in concrete.
Flights of fancy
locked
in the hangar.
Sailing ship
wearing grooves
in a bleached dock.
I will wait this out
not because I can…
but because
someone
must.

And when you are
the only one left-
that’s you.

I seek to be the place
where they go
to see
themselves.

That’s what parents do.

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About skymeetingtheground

Healer, poet, author, yogi, single father...outdoorsy guy.
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