In that time of day
When the world turns down,
And I stand with barely anything
Holding me here to the earth,
I dangle over a sea of space.
My hair stands on end,
Just like it did when I hung by my knees
On the monkey bars in1972.

And like a piece of patchwork quilt
That's come unpatched,
And blows about a vacant house
With all the windows blank, knocked out,
I bang softly into walls
And legs of sofas long forsaken,
And cry without making a sound
Or a tear.

-jenn