I am re-blogging this to add an audio reading to the post that I recorded for a Twitter prompt.
I wrote this poem for all the writers, poets, photographers, painters, musicians, couch-sitters, bakers, storytellers, bloggers, people, cats, dogs, and deep thinkers and sharers who I run into week after week online from across the world. I appreciate you.
we are committed now to this journey through each others’ minds–
we took the steps and there is no backwards, no backward steps
until we reach the end, we’ll see it through to the end
of knowing you and stealing your thoughts, until I understand your miseries–
feeling you snake through my head at times tickles, sometimes squeezes hard
in those spots where it is narrow, where I booby-trapped the entrance
every tragedy covered in shame and pushing out the light–
could you just feel your way around, feel your way about the place
so that I might have comfort and warmth where you find
Antarctica, so I could have piles of skins and a blanket of care
your wild passions and tanks against the battlements of a weary mind–
and I walk-a-bout your head because you let me, and make it my home
for a little while, make it…
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