We weave a shelter
From dried grass
And moonbeams
We are far beyond
Our own galaxy
Everything spins and dances
Our head droops
So heavy with thoughts
And worries
A labyrinth of confusion
And pain
We tie the grass
With petticoat strings
It really is quite pretty
She says
Crawling in-between the bunches
I remember the tunnels
She calls to me
I am too big to
Crawl inside
But am glad
That she is sheltered
We will play for another day
Wait for sun to fall
And moon to shine
Let the fine drops
Of rain
Pepper our skin
So tired
And yet so full of electricity
Perhaps the shelter will ground us
Make sense of the day
The hours and the minutes
The seconds and sparks
Each breath and heart beat.
