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of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
There is a place (believe me,
she said) where if, if
After the fiftieth insult -
the school bag down the toilet, the stifled
giggle-whisper that hung like a smear on the air -
she suddenly saw
...not white like the snow
more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat
This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.
To enter here, you have to shrink
and slow down, down. A day
is one tick of the clock, one blink
This poem is in the National Poety Day 2019 Anthology on the theme of Truth.