"The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines."
Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith

Thursday, November 10, 2016


Crawling under a table,
my fourth grade storm shelter,
I read, the unfolding story
drowning out sounds of wild rain
demanding entrance at the windows

Clucking teachers pecked and whispered
my oddness promptly reported
disquieting quirks of
my parents’ youngest born

Facing off with grownups
a gunfighter without a gun
stammering an answer
“I was scared of the storm,”
“I did what made me feel safe.”

Safety left me long ago
 my body a crooked “S”
I lie quaking under cover
no unfolding story but my own

cat's purring, insistent warmth
tucked into the bend of my 
knees is small comfort as I lie
waiting, waiting
for the storms to pass

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