Mother! I'm Blind to Signs
By Tess Barber
Originally Appearing in Issue #5
Category: Poetry
Don’t trip. Hon.
Don’t you dare slip. Darl.
Watch your feet, just don’t try to leap.
Jump. Skip. Run. Dance or. Fly Sweetie.
Fly.
The sky? Child keep your eyes down.
Feel your shoes on the ground?
Rub your toes in the earth. Remember the texture of your birth.
Your life is plotted from the start. Sugar.
Don’t stray from the path. Sugar.
With eyes on the heavens, with a mind on your heart,
Do you have time to see you can’t?
Can’t, shan’t, grow or move; journey- further.
Grow up?
Up?
Oh Bell you’re looking up. Grasping at the air.
Aren’t you aware, sweet, there’s nothing there?
Beware.
No, don’t just stare. See. Look.
Look there.
No. Don’t you dare.
Don’t you know; can’t you see?
Those wings. Don’t. Fly. Don’t. Grow. Won’t. Be.
What will it be, Darl? Fight and Flight?
Or Fight and Fall?
Oh Sweet. The signs tell All.
Sweetie?
Sweetie…
Sweetie!
