Blissfully Confused
She walks by night
By daylight and Twilight
Step silent across gravel roads cobble streets
The girl in the flannel skirt
She doesn't eat or drink or sleep
She simply breathes
And lets whatever is in the rain hold and feed her
She is the sweet smell after the storm that fills her lungs
So deeply in love is she that her heart is numb
In and out and in and out
She breathes in whispers
Keeping the secrets of stars in a box by her bedside
And rainwater in pots meant for plants
With holes in the bottoms
So they drain across her windowsill
Call it a baptism
Blessed and refreshed in the name of no God
Whispering prayers to the Sun who sends her flowers
Because He is jealous of the light in her eyes
And only wishes that He could shine so bright
A baby's laugh in the flash of her smile
The current of the River in her tears as she
Sobs away the taste of rum on her tongue
Cold and wild the blizzard behind her eyes rages
The fog that creeps into her mind just before
Her spirit begins to daydream
Pages of a library
The parts becoming all we know of the whole
The glass beneath her fingernails slicing light into hurricane
No joy, no sadness, no pain, no healing
Just breath
She is the flame atop the candle
Tragically beautiful and blissfully confused
Flickering in and out and in and out
She is the gasping of the smoke when the light is snuffed
Refusing stay out, escaping to parts unknown
Strong and resilient and gentle and kind
The rose and the thorns
The Girl in the Flannel Skirt