My soul awakens
At all odd hours
Crying for food
Wanting to be held
Are we there yet?
She asks as she looks
out of the window
A sandbox of time
She sees herself
playing as a child
Then playing with
her own child
She builds up castles
And then whoosh!
With a bucket of water
Knocks it down herself
Tires herself out
Falling back into
deep slumber
Cycles of spurring activity
And then Brahma rests
Whispering goodnight mama
I’ll see you tonight.
