by
Suzanne Sunshower
risen majestically within my belly
just behind the place where a child might be
but is not.
Here I am - living
so still, the cat's breathing
is louder than my own - thinking,
one day the condensation upon the windows
may return to my lungs as oxygen;
or maybe, the blue mist will simply roll away
in droplets - and disappear, while I lie
prone, quietly at the ready,
secretly growing wings to fly
far outside of myself,
so I can look down upon the troubled world,
free from all tethers but the one -
the aching for someone to notice
I have left my domain.
