Mother

God knows you could have

Folded gravity, moved atoms,

Stopped time, disrupted

The fabric of the universe.

Death was an irrelevance,

Wasn’t it? Your energy

Couldn't be constrained

Or contained, so remains

Unbounded. But somehow

Bypasses me entirely;

I don’t sense you at all.

Slap my face.

Build me something. Craft

A wonder to make me gasp.

Show yourself, at last.

© Teresa Durran 191204