The Atomic Little Room with Blackout Curtains

In a schmancy little town
Beyond fickle seasons–
Blankets biting whiteness,
Peeping buds
Causing residents to bend down
And kiss them with delight
As they trumpet the coming
Of spring,
Summer fading quickly
In and out again, and
Vibrant leaves in fall
Putting the town to sleep
Once more–
There’s a home where
Celebrations come and go
Between laughter and tears of
Day to day life
And happy and sad and boring and
Fun experiences
Dot the calendar
And beyond the visuals
Of that home is a
Dancing little One
Who twists and turns
Amid peace and turmoil
Valiantly accomplishing
And sometimes failing
Coming and going
While breathe continues
To flow steadily
Or not so steadily
In and out of lungs
And the warm
But never quite warm enough
Blood pumps persistently
From heart to lungs
Through heroic aorta,
Body, and back and blue
To the heart once more
And in her mind
Thoughts create a
Reality that takes her
Up mountains
Down valleys
Through space and
Fast slow time
Stretching farther than
Arms or legs or boats or planes
And sometimes
She can only feel
The beating of her heart
That quiets a room
In the depth of her,
An atomic little room
With blackout curtains
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