Pomegranate Flowers: NaPoWriMo 2022: Getaway

[4/3/2022]

May I just have a place to be?

I am soft and aching.

I would like to dream of doors

To wonder and soul-safety,

Fur and full-throated forest

Or high bright rainbow-flying things.

I’d even take a polished wooden room,

A worn couch and a bowl of Skittles,

Alphabet magnets and narrow book-cases,

Although I know that’s well past.

But all I have is a nest,

A narrow space for me

Between the cat litter and the art desk.

I’m no hatchling now,

And there’s no room to spread a wing.

I’m no cub, and cannot see the moon to howl.

I haven’t even a ticket or a pomegranate seed.