Professor Rebecca Griffin
September 14, 2020
sleepy eyes open at 4 in the morn-night, and it's immediate:
crescent moon is Cheshire Cat.
he leaves Wonderland and lives with you instead -
but only in a place
where his existence, where his face
can fade away till only his smile remains.
or maybe that Crescent shape a mother's arms gently rocking her babe,
and lit up in the sky to announce to the world
perhaps it entered through closed, heavy eyelids.
you've seen the flashes through dream explosions
(assuming the dreams belong to you at all.)
or heard the motions in hungry fireworks
feasting on sleeping ears.
but you wake, look and listen with consciousness and try
and all you see is Sun.
lighting but burning.
I'd pay to see that smile again, wouldn't you?
or close these vision windows to see that soothing love.
mind, not ears hear; brain, not eyes see;