54. it's like going into hibernation, like all the long winter of our twenties
lying on the lounge, with an inability to leave the house, it is these days that we dedicate to cloud-watching through windows & rest, it's like going into hibernation, like all the long winter of our twenties, that our unconscious mind was processing it, like my gentle brother brendon, when his arm was snap broken, so that he curled up into sleep whilst mum rang the doctor, like us he was processing it, his little body was covering his pain, was lulling him into numbness & murky depths, so that he could quietly retire into the backwaters to fix himself, on days like these, we are australian desert marsupials, taking on huge northern hemisphere winters, we prepare for their arrival inside ourselves, today you look out, from your shy dark eyes, & i want to wake you up, to tell you it's spring, time to bud the branches of your thirties jen, all the long winter of your twenties you were hazy like a fairy, you waited in your dreams for the kiss, but vines grew thickly around your castle, the kingdom was sleeping |
