tahtonkah

the rain feels
the inside of my stomach
gentle spider touch
kneading
the fallen
off fronds
the delicate ceremony
of ecology

i remeber days
of indian
liklihood
stages of dance
and rocks
that would not listen
my painted finger
now peruse the air
for meaning
and they are lauhgter hidden

the stage now
too big for red
girl
now white
with paint
its a memory for her
she regrets the mornings
of innoccence when she
looked out the wood door
to the immediate green
and breath
trees
too much light
and too muchpeace
the feeling too scary
to release
but it waits
like
a smiling mother
more beutiful than the
day