opossum

 

poem by me ♡

I stitch together the cosmos
then prairie grasses
and dark pathways
the weight of the moon's fullness
wild howls touched by sky
the times I stood up for myself
the times my eyes glowed ancient;
I stitch and weave more and again
softness, fierceness, aliveness
- then wrap myself in it.

I face the monster

wholly wanting and planning
to cause the leaves to shake free
the spark to become flame
the mist to storm
the skin to shed
wholly wanting and planning
to confront, to speak, to growl
to scrub the mirror clean
and hold it like a shield
with light and truth blinding.

instead,
I melt into the cloak and rest
between the threads of night.

♡

Science info in the graphic referenced from The Nature Conservancy.