CAVERN: PART II
what a difference a year makes
CAVERN: PART II Some soft cheeks feel no mother-touch, you see. (The skin is tender on a young girl’s face.) For some kids, parents are not for relief. (A held breath, as a young heart sneaks out late.) Sometimes, the Universe creates a chance. Occasionally, it shares forth a gift: It shows a way from choppy sea to land, Harnesses the nasty, murderous wind. What is there left to do? Just live and grow, Rest quietly on benches in the park, Make sure I don’t spend too much time alone, Find out how far I can open my heart. The fight to live to adulthood is done. It’s time to go and have some fuckin' fun.
The story of this poem: A follow-up to a sonnet I wrote about a year ago, this poem tells a story of someone who did some growing up. While the world around me is objectively more nuts than when I wrote Part I, my personal life feels quieter and more stable. Here’s hoping things are even more chill for Part III next year.
Click below to read Cavern: Part I, which I worked out with help from the excellent poet and human . Go check out his stuff; it’s a lot of fun, and it’s also good counter-programming to my writing.
Thank you so much for reading my work.
See you next week.
