why we hold hands
from “Xenomorphine (The Bonesetter’s Revenge, Book2)
copyright 2012 artemis sere.
i think
i think too much
these days
sink too quick into
strange spaces
beyond watchful
deceitful
eyes
out of sight, yet
never out of
mind,
orbiting
the periphery
of the core
of it all, yet
in direct trajectory
of the sky’s
rapid fall,
‘ignorance is grace’
you recall to me
when I’ve lost
my way,
when my path
runs wide and wildly
astray,
when taken by
the wind’s wicked
and relentless
rage,
i hold fast
in the center
to the words you
lovingly said,
‘mother nature
always has other plans;
that why it’s important that
you and I always
hold hands.’