I don’t know

Girl&Suitcase

And I’m 5 again
And the sunlight is too bright
And the room is unknown
And my father is gone
And my brothers are gone

But my mother is here
But my mother is a stranger
But one brother is here
But that brother is a stranger
But I have my doll
But she sleeps in a suitcase

I don’t know where I am
I don’t know what’s happening
I don’t know when I’ll go home
I don’t know yet that I never will
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
I don’t know yet that this feeling is called dread

the rogue wave

RockyCoast

He struck like a rogue wave
On a calm sea

Scooping me up
Twisting me

And turning me
Such that I didn’t know which way was up

The swirl of our laughter
Crowded out any bubbles useful to
Follow to the surface

I was strewn on the shore
Drenched, sputtering and coughing

Left to pick the seaweed from my hair
Wipe off the sand stuck to my skin

He was gone as suddenly as
He had arrived

The sea relinquishing no clues to his
Whereabouts