It is dark.
Like, dark dark.
Dark in the morning and dark in the afternoon,
dark, too, during the day,
the dense fog like a white night
turned inside out, the shadow side
we’re schooled to praise and welcome,
the long nights when we idealize the animals
who know better and stop working for a while.

Carry me in your mouth, deep into the cave
where I can lie down and sleep on a thick bed
of dried pine needles. Wake me when it’s over.

One thought on “Inversion

  1. gailnhb says:

    Oh, I feel this one, bone deep. Carry me in your mouth into a cave of rest, peace, quiet, safety. And wake me when the shit storm has passed!!!

    Preach it, my friend. Preach it!



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