Transparent Words - Poetry

 

Trying to get through
by Calaya J. Williams

Home alone,
my mind wandered in tides.
Breaking news blared rounds
of global terror
and pictures of Who
looked like the cause
of facts
while my dogs charged
over unimagined bridges,
sounded wolfish alarms,
growled, stalked,
bristled demands
based on acting

according to conclusions
drawn from historical facts.

I puked the long way down
from the adrenaline rush.
Flew out an open door.
Lay on emerald moss,
on rocks as solid as my breath.
I opened memories,
saved nightmare images
blew salt-fresh air-holes
through how
not to be terrified,
how not to feel trapped
in my own spinal bridge.
Swallowed bile.
Gathered my breath,
swung across a bridge
between galaxies
and tailbones.
Earth drank my tears,
resounding notes,
 
trying to get through
to Great Music.

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