There was a restless girl,
A restless girl was she,
She would not stop at home,
She could not quiet be —
She took
In her Heart
A parchment rolled
Full of guilt
And anger
With trace of gash —
A slight gap
For night cap —
New stitches
For old ones
Would split!
This heart
Set tight
By rib and cage
She rivetted close
And followed her skin
To the East,
To the East,
And follow’d her skin
To the East.
There was a restless girl
A restless girl was she,
For nothing would she do
But Hark and Sing —
She took
Fire raging
In her bones
And a cord
Wide as the ocean,
And away
She ran
To the mountains
And the ghosts
And the friends
And the foes
To the dazzles
And the shadows
And the mentors
And the witches
And the ditches
On the road —
And sang under her coat
When the weather
Was heavy and cold
Fear of cloud,
And without
When the weather was wispy and warm.
Och the enchantment
When we choose
To follow one’s skin
To the East,
To the East,
To follow one’s skin
To the East!
There was a restless girl
A restless girl was she,
Searching for some key
Broke codes
Made love
Lies, deceive
Promises unfulfilled
In spite
Of the might
Of the tash
Nor afraid
Of the antiquities alive,
She often would
Struggle with the hedgerow
And go,
By hook or crook
To the Brook
In the waves
Feel and drown
Now and then,
Grew fond of blue
Underneath and reflected
And bring to bed
The stings of crabs
Push of waves
Life beneath surface
And weight of sand
O she made
Of all the words
She could not say
A Poem —
A Poem,
Of all the feelings
Left unexpressed
A Poem!
There was a restless girl,
A restless girl was she
She soon grew into a woman
The people for to see —
There she found
That the bed
Was as hard,
That the night
Was as long,
That the people
Were as tresspassy,
That the skin
Was as prone to burn,
That the heart
Was as caged,
That the feelings
Were as short of words,
That the identity
Was as lost
As in Childhood —
So she stood
In her sapped shoes
And she wonder’d,
She wonder’d,
She stood in her shoes
And she wonder’d.
