Xavier In The Forest

Xavier In The Forest

Little feet

wrapped in thimble boots under a sparkling blanket

now running

on emerald grass

Tiny hands

held immobile with arms sprouting tubes of hopeful fluid

now caressing

the bark of a thousand years

Immature lungs

forced open by plastic air

now expanding

to inhale the sky

Closed eyes

far too young to be burnt by electricity

now open

taking in the rabbit, the deer, the sun

Damaged brain

blood drowning the soul

now clear

able to encompass eternity through the trees

November 12, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen