I am not a runaway
I have been reclaimed
By my true mother
I snuggle into her bosom
Finally safe and warm
Basking in the sun
Drape my shoulders in finest lace
The color of a pheasant’s wing
Pulled from the branches
Of well dressed elderly trees
Carefully cultivating mushrooms
Growing in my hair
I owe the time honored technique
To my new friend
Wilderness the bear
When the water dries up
Where we laid our head
I roll up the bed of Moss
Shake the dust from
My energized head
Like a flood breaking
We rush out into
The great unknown
Moving on yet again
Sensing within
The time has come
K.B. Silver
This was written with some random words included: Snuggle, Flood, Wilderness, Lace, Mushroom, Owe, Water, and Color
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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