Flying above the morning dawn
I'm looking for my shadow
not yet do I perceive
what often eludes me
I am searching for the sky
amongst the clouds up above
I look for dandelions
to blow sweet seeds
across the horizon
is it green or is it cold
is it real or is it Memorex
you can’t compare
must be an echo
worship
worship
worship
The wheels are turning
on a dry ocean
the dregs of sand
fill my casket
I feel like a fish on land
take me home
to Atlantis
and back again
what's real
what's not real
I cannot find it
I'm still looking for my shadow
below the deep
come with me and
fly upon the sea
I’ve been there before
Worship
worship
worship
holding grandma’s shriveled hand
finger nails perfect
that’s all I have left of her
holding babies tiny finger
tiny hand holding fast my pinkie
Grip the memory
It may never be there again
worship
worship
worship
the Bradford Stained glass window
in the town of York in Great Britain
my sanctuary
shattered in the war
paupers pulled their
pennies together to
rebuild the cathedral window
is it real
is it replaced
is it refurbished…yes
the sun shines through again
as does my shadow
worship
worship
worship
the sky is green
the grass is blue
my memory fulfills
despite my fleeting shadow
DVWG Guest Poet Leticia Garcia Bradford