"Swayed" By: Erickson
Interrupt as necessity.
Road, law, relations.
Time, scale, weight.
Rocked like
A boat, swaying in a river.
You hear a call over the streams, but you ignore.
When you were 10,
The forests danced their pollen into the sky.
Leaves rustled and hugged the wind,
counterclockwise.
Not with the wind, but against.
The city,
Freezing under a sheet of snow,
but an echo,
and a breath of warmth shivered over you.
A butterfly fluttered,
Orange, black, then blue.
Purple, gold.
She waved at you.
She experienced this in her cocoon.
Now, she winks.
That day now sees you at night.
The days where your hair ruffles in the shower,
The one you pay for.
Stomp the gas in the car,
One you pay for.
Raise the family,
Eat the leafed meal,
Vacation in same spaces,
Pay, pay.
Sun and moon play ping pong with your mind,
Your day. But
That day still sees you at night.
Was it the butterfly?
I'll research her color, her behavior.
Was it the pollen not fueling my nose to betray me?
I will improve my health, improve the older behaivors.
But the combination of the warmth, the light.
The scattering of color, of Sun.
All falling upon me.
I am blind in all other days but this day.
I do not live in the night where this day
Does not revisit me in my sleep.
You call, "nightmares",
But I know the Earth speaks.
Interrupt as necessity.
Gift given, invitation, new friends.
Gift received, scale, light.
Swayed like
A baby in a cradle.
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