My mother walks through this house
the way I imagine Chronos did
before his death by Zeus.
She walks with heavy footsteps.
Anger plainly displayed for all.
She walks with nightmares swirling behind her
Dancing and nipping at her heels;
With thunder lacing her fingertips
Arms raised and then dissipated
like a quick summer storm.
venom in her words
Spraying out like a young snake.
She is danger!
She is not Gaia
She does not cradle her young close and cling.
She swallowed us whole
And spit us back wrong.