Escapallure

Catterpillars in the night

A creak and a creep by the leaf

Bending and shimmering by the breeze now full

For that striding pompous chief

A trickle of sweat by the brain

A lustful raindrop by the lip

A dried out trace of a tear on the cheek

A steely determined grip.

We trip together and laugh

We slip together by the dew

The stars twinkle and skies light up

Red and orange and bright blue

Tired eyes watch on

The world begins once more

No walls, no ceiling and no marble floor

It’s time…

Push past that broken door.

12/07/15