So alone in a cage
She rolls and rolls
Into a safety net
Into a cloak
Her dream catcher
Begins to unravel
Her sheath
Her cacoon
It is not sudden
It has taken
A lifetime
Her net undone
The butterfly
Confused
Flutters
Lost from home
She no longer
Fights or spins
On a string
She opens her wings
She free falls
Blind and courageous
Caught by a warrior
Finally free
Heather Mirassou Iris garden.
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Hold my hand steady
And sing to me a song
My face filled with tears
All my family is gone
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Under the grapevine canopy
You taught me to be strong
The hundred year-old oak tree
Dances until dawn
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Barefoot and dirt-clod
I tip-toe across the yard
Avoiding mounds of stickers
Sharp rocks and weeds
The sky is full
Satin filled milk fluff
Moonshine
Full on me
Our tangerine trees
Rustle with low-lying
Bullfrogs
Ribbit, ribbit
A symphony of crickets sings
High pitched Beetle mania
I hear a distant “moo” from the cows
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn
The statuesque wind chimes
Is playing a cacophony of wind song
This life here engulfs me in it’s pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again
Heather Mirassou's Poetry Soul Closet 