~ for my mother

Do you know that Georgia becomes black?
at night, in Atlanta
which is named from Atlantis

The city under the sea

And the darkness is aqueous,
swimming, due chiefly
to the cast from Moon’s yearning
the cries and needing,
of her husband, Sun

(For reasons out of his cosmic control,
Sun makes love to his wife quite seldom)

So, when I was a girl,
I would play in the high grasses
as the low grasses possessed crickets,
But not fireflies
And without fireflies in black sea nights,
how could a girl of 6 ever feel romanced?

The balls of light would surround me
Darting high and low above my head
Tickling me underneath my shirt
Kissing me on both my round fat cheeks
Mauling me like one would a celebrity,
under the stars

And my Momma, as engrossed in the watery night as I
Would sit on the porch and watch me

(I was once her mother in a past life,
and therefore her eyes see all my sights pointed astral)

She would watch me jump and play the way she did
Hugging herself when there wasn’t a drop of cool air
Smiling intermittently a smile of supreme contentment…

The smile of one who had won a prize

And as the tiny aspects of life moved in sensual summer rapidity
Buzzing, chirping, stinging…
I would wonder of my mother’s Sun,
While looking up through the lanterns into the black of the crying moon
And what could be his possible excuse
for his absence from my Moon?

© Malkia Charlee NoCry. Other poetry found in Emergence of the Lotus Flower