My Execution

… and on the day of my execution

 I will wear a white pants suit 

… and you will witness each
Drop of blood, as it stains

Every bit of independence
Your sovereign

Stole
From me

Cotton Candy Clouds

 

Seeds of Sanctuary

 Seeds of Sanctuary

Ascending creaky steps

Is a mouse with sticky fur

She bites a bit of soft wind:

Her nose starts to shiver.

 

Whiskers sigh and speak

Of sadness, her sanctuary,

Stale and sleepy from age

Slighted by snow and time,

 

But not neglect.

She unwraps herself:

From scarf and mittens

She leaves a smouldering fire

 

To toss her seeds

Down splintering steps

Watching them scatter

Across barren floors

 

Each kernel a small invitation

Of hope; a sign to her friends

Of new “Love and warmth.”

Love sprouts, warmer than embers

 

She believes, as mice do

That next year winter won’t

Descend upon the sanctuary

And leave her alone another year.