Laurie McClave

Our oceans are silver silken sheets,
Rippling as the wind tickles it’s sides,
Our sky is a careless bumble bee,
Drifting as it pleases,

The spider daintily skims across fields of drifting silk,
Only to be destroyed and rebuilt by this hermit of an architect,

stitch up the wound
tug, pull, tug
nice and taut
no one will be the wiser

Sewn
with needle and thread
Tugged Taut
The flesh
Jagged and pink

my eyes fill up
my heart
my mind
my soul
with vision

But doubt crept in
a single tear
fell on her cheek
and she felt fear

I am charming and playful
I wonder when the world will end
I hear the whining of the trees

l have no breath
I make the currents of the sea my breath
I have no life
I make my questions my life…

Summer keeping warm
The animals frolicking
Then all goes quiet

The look of
a cat in the night
The sound of
rustling leaves

My heart holds joyfulness, that is as pink as my tongue