Another great time at Open Link Night at dverdverse Poets Pub!
I used to imagine that the night sky
was a blanket God put over the earth
and that he was kind enough to poke holes
in it so we wouldn’t get lost in the dark–giving us a light
beyond anything I was ever a part of.
One night my stepfather took us to see my mother
in the mental ward.
We hadn’t seen her in a month
and when she came outside to meet us
she was robed and terrified, clinging to him.
She never looked at us but stood in the cool
October air crying. How strange it was
to see that, and it wasn’t sad–disappointment
was a large part of our lives.
I remember I couldn’t look at her
so I stared up into the stars, that blanket
I wanted wrapped around us,
clinging to my own small song.