Marbles scattered
In the garden,
Waiting for us to
Find them.
They fall from the sky,
Onto the earth,
Like glass.
My fingertips touch
The glass and draw
A heart from the steam
A smile
from the steam.
My feet leave footprints along
Hard wood, creaking floors.
The hiss of the water
spikett, and soft slippers sliding.
Bright flowered drapes and
Polly pockets are sprawled across
The floor,
with the plastic orange airplane.
The fire is on. Glowing as
we lay tucked in.
The clock tells us its 3 am
And I eat the three glass cubes
from my cup
A mirror now hangs
on the door
on the door
Empty mirror.
Dust
dirt
faded silk hands from
The wall
faded silk hands from
The wall
and my
finger prints
my smiley face
gone
my heart
gone
Light sparkling down on the kitchen floor
when the light turns to dust;
The sunlight walks into a
when the light turns to dust;
The sunlight walks into a
Dark hallway.
We were once in this spotlight
Cooking homemade spaggetti sauce
Cooking homemade spaggetti sauce
Now
the light shines on nothing
But the table.
Peaches,
Rotten.
It happens just for
things to switch
things to switch
for things to hover above me.
Just before these things to
Fall to the ground.
Making me see doubles
One, a younger me
Flowers in my hair,
Honey light on my face
And shining over the kitchen,
Painting smiles on the wall.
And me now
Standing in a room of
Stale air
Boxes on the floor
Cracked paint.
It's not that the lightbulb burns
It's that it doesn't burn for
Anyone
but me
How comforting it is to
Live in this moment of
The now
The right before
The moment before
I realized,
that we grow older
And we are along for the ride
Trying to use our hands
To stop it but
We see reflections
like a circling
Glass door,
The garden
like a circling
Glass door,
The garden
it's sparkling marbles
but the clock
needs wound
and all the marbles have been
found
