I wasn’t AWARE of where it would lead —
I couldn’t know what it MEANT —
But the moment I asked,
A whole trajectory was launched:
“Pardon me, is this seat TAKEN?”

Georg’ann

With timid voice and words that are hard to decipher,
they tell me of the hiding PLACE, the interior closet
where still they are not safe.
Trying to describe a brain too full,
a brain too loud, over occupied within

We sit so still, tears falling
Yes, I, too have tears
while I muster all the calm, protective love I can
to soothe and steady us both.
I suspect the medication has not been TAKEN.

Heather