POST 189: Island summer, movement, magic, Painting, Poem, Maine, South Carolina

by Carol Bass


into the katydids and crickets
flying into the fall air
I’m going home
I’m a baby’s blanket floating with the divine
I feel the warmth of the fire
watch the shadows on the cave wall

a cocoon of love
I breathe all the goodness
and hope,
laugh very loud

calling to the tiny girl in the back seat
with the yelling father
take my hand
you are so new
I love you and so many people do
you will learn to choose a new father