Calling

The memory of your voice

Is like rushing down a hill

down

down

Down into the very depths of the earth

That I grew from

To dust

From dust

I am dust

I am spirit

I am Patricia

And you called me Patricia.

When you said the most beautiful part of me

Your sound made Patricia

I laughed I cried

I was

I was not

Patricia rose from dust into herself

I have no words for such a phenomenon

to describe how you create a soul

You see it and it is

You speak it and it is

You say Patricia.

Here I am.

Tangled Walls

She smiles with eyes that are hollow and dark

I peer into the deep, eternal canyon

There is hunger that scares me

I'm afraid of her fear
And muted opinions and
Time ticks by

She chuckles 

Quietly wiping the crumbs from her mouth

With one small sweep of the napkin

Her subtly trembling hands

With eyes void of crackling warmth

Obey a quieter voice that speaks nothing

Let me in, let me in!

Tangled walls from her mind maze

Stand irrationally firm

As I push with my power

To bring peace and salvation

To the dying child

Who silently waits to become no more

Her posture is straightened

Her quick comments are practiced

She waits and speaks without error

Dancing and prancing and laughing

Between all my questions

She avoids an unknown terror

And I wonder

What lives in the depth of her eyes?

Oh to explore that dark wonderland,

A private territory space!

But there's no path, no door

What resides in the warren?

Stay away, stay away

She yells from her hallowed ground!

Summoning last amounts of strength

As I approach

She can’t afford to be unsure

Her heart is her own.