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 climate change. A retired, disabled teacher in Indiana, USA, she spends most days at her laptop with two old cats as chaperones. Previously, Mona used the pseudonym Patience Young. She’s published multiple essays, stories and poetry in Sad Goose Coop, miniMAG, other journals, anthologies and two museums. In 2020, Mona watched every Star Trek show and movie in chronological order. Follow on Twitter @Patienc77732097 and linktr.ee/monaiv.