I miss your structure, your repeating line
Have you left me forever? Will I run
Like a wild dog on fleet feet, yellow eyes
Terror-filled, intelligent, all-knowing?
Longing to count your mislaid syllables
I miss your structure, your repeating line
Freedom enclosed, the cage left open, you
Elude me like dreams before the ink dries.
Blossoms open my throat, my mind; expand
My true vision, uncover my blindness
I miss your structure, your repeating line
Open your sky, let me pass to your sun.
I’m held in your comforting grasp, at peace
Floating in gray, surrounded by brightness
My body and yours, our poems entwined
I miss your structure, your repeating line.
Mona Mehas (she/her) writes about growing up poor, accumulating grief, and the climate from the perspective of a retired, disabled teacher in Indiana, USA. Her work has been published in over forty journals, anthologies, and online museums. Mona is a Trekkie and enjoys watching Star Trek shows and movies in chronological order. Her pamphlet, ‘Questions I Didn’t Know I’d Asked,’ is available from LJMcD Communications. Follow on Twitter @Patienc77732097 and linktr.ee/monaiv