There is a place in me,
a pocket big enough for a mouse,
a soft and safe place
that time and law do not touch.
I will meet you there.
We will have to leave a lot behind
to shrink down enough to fit.
We will leave behind
everything sharp
everything broken
everything stolen
We will only carry with us
the softness of seed fluff
the roundness of ripe fruit
the smoothness of river stones.
And in that pocket we will be so naked
not even our skin will separate us.
We will sleep and dream peacefully
Until the world and we ourselves are calm.
a pocket big enough for a mouse,
a soft and safe place
that time and law do not touch.
I will meet you there.
We will have to leave a lot behind
to shrink down enough to fit.
We will leave behind
everything sharp
everything broken
everything stolen
We will only carry with us
the softness of seed fluff
the roundness of ripe fruit
the smoothness of river stones.
And in that pocket we will be so naked
not even our skin will separate us.
We will sleep and dream peacefully
Until the world and we ourselves are calm.
Another excerpt from the book Saudade, by Celia Ste Croix and Kreddible Trout
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