Poem for Jonah
The very festive feather that you wore
the day we met before we said good-bye
the lepers and the lady closed the door
philosophies of gypsies getting high
The rites of spring and all of summer’s gold,
it stirs my spirit soul, I start to dance!
moved by an unseen hand I lose control
when honey bees and maple trees advance
The cigarette has fallen from her lips
The sparrow sits upon the roof above
I drew her oval face with an ellipse
the distance between licorice and love
The coffin lost at sea, lost in the mail
I’m stuck here in the belly of this whale
I long to introduce you to your better self.
Your artist, your apothecary, your alchemist.
Your architect, your drawer, your painter, your prophet.
I long to help you unlock your treaure chest
on the desolate beach
and run your hand over all your hidden gems
like a rosary
until you pray to yourself when you are weak.
I long to introduce you to your stronger self.
The one that is tough as boot leather, yet welcoming.
I long for you to find kittens in the empty boxes of your soul
and play with them, running yarn as long as your arm
and smiling which each tottering step.
I long for you to feel the sun on your face, every day.
I long for you to wake up happy, held for a moment in an embrace
just before you wake up, whether I am there or not.
I long to introduce you to your better self, the one that smirks at magic tricks
and is amused but has the real thing in the back pocket.
I long to shake your hands free of the false things
that comfort you
Shake them out like grass clippings on a blanket
wrap you in wool
give you hot chocolate
and introduce you to the warm fire
of your own soul
which chases away the shadows for once
and for all.
Poems by Hannah Frank
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