without mom

without a mother

(earth mother)

Heaven

time has never started

nor stopped

i believed not one word

"my mother"/the world

told me

innocent one

remains

without one glitch

effortless

she watches the playful

images

walk about

kaleidoscope

high heels

nylons

mustaches

sparkling eyes that twinkle stars out into the afternoon touching touching touching every one

colorful shapes that open wide

and erupt with "air and sound",

the tumbling

of "laughter"

(and look how closely that "word" resembles "daughter" and we all say it completely differently

because

mama said so...)

the tumbling

of cars

into one another's bellies,

gasoline pouring out so plentifully onto the sidewalk and streaming down the curb, the street, back to where it....gone

the tumbling of bridges

falling

and being re-con-structur-ed

over "rivers"

can that "word" really contain anything at all?

the ants marching marching marching

and

then

disperse

one sits down beside her on the bench

who are you?

it asks

and all she can do

is smile