I am awake but asleep.
Eyes open, seeing all through
The wonder of a little girl with
Apple cheeks and hair tight-pulled
Into swinging pony tails.
She doesn’t know how it is or
What it’s all for. She sees with
Eyes untainted, not-naming or knowing
Why? or When? or how come
This or that or the other?
I am asleep but awake.
Unseeing, knowing without vision.
Life-hardened breaths I drag in to
Keep my head above the mire
And make it through each day.
I don’t know what to do about
This or that or the other thing.
I only know I must find the
Answers in him or her or it, because
I don’t know.
I am awake and asleep.
I take the warm, fat-dimpled hand
Offered. I must bend to reach it.
She smiles, brown-bright eyes hope
Filled for me.
We two, waking dreamers,
Walk together through a vast
Landscape of possibilities.
She laughs and skips ahead, not
Waiting for me to catch up.
I see her distantly, vanishing
Into light that radiates around
Her little body. I forget why I’m
Here, running now towards
My truth in silhouette.
(C)) Pollyanna Darling 2012
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