Last evening a mocking bird tried a lullaby
As I ran by
Darkness came up behind me
And folded me into his/her cool arms
Shoving away the heat
So I could sleep with the windows locked and the doors
barricaded
Protecting me from the man I had married to protect me
from other men.
The morning flowing light
Gave me protecting ghosts in mist uniforms
Who accompanied me on my run.
The sun forgot to get up from the buildings
As I waved to the University Police as usual
I cannot understand the increased sensitivity of my body
Resulting from the heat or a by-product of
increased distance running
Running with greater cosmic closeness
With feet forgetting to touch the ground.
I read about astral projection
Will my body just race away?
What will happen if my husband beats my body without
my mind in it?
© Copyright joan joesting 1978
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