Before dawn
Before dawn.
All the locking mechanisms went missing and the guns have vanished along with them.
Fumbling-dumbfounded-investigating the metal loops where pins used to hold secure--but now the doors have vanished too!
The crisp, grey winter air bites like growing alarm and there a beautiful female figure takes slow shape from the desolate wood; encompassing what once was an antechamber.
Engaged in mothers' motions- putting dishes away with a wash cloth delicately draped over her shoulder like a baby to be burped- with a casual assuring smile- the hush-hush of calm trumping any memory of missing guns or locking mechanisms..
The wind howls and cubs hurry to the heart of it's kindling call.
The wood hugged whole by the arms of the wide celestial sky- bashful stars winking in recognition of commonality-our positions melting into one waking yet again.
To breach back, all too separately.
Brent Cameron
Fri 17th Nov 2017 11:58
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this poem! To be honest I wrote it about a dream I had; it was a personal investigation of sorts. To me it is about letting go of all of the constructs and snares of the material world and giving into the natural world. The mother figure in the end representing Mother Nature. The guns and locks representing protection from the outside dangers.. I guess in the dream I felt the peace of disconnecting while paradoxically feeling one with life--to breach back-- to wake up, and have to go back to the routine of every day responsibilities. I hope that helps some.. thank you so much for reading and taking an interest! It made my morning!