Menagerie of Wonder
I don’t care enough, to care how it looks
To gather the jigsaw, and read all your books
You’re a great mystery, with flashes of light
A jackrabbit journey, with no end in sight.
So, I pack a book bag, with no literature in it
Just flashlights, and moonbeams, and emotive trinkets.
My fingers cannot find, the right words
To spell out how I feel, and dispel the urge
To rip open your mind and run around inside
To breathe in your vapors, your joy, and your strife.
A forest of reasoning
the vast country,
And the borders of you.
Your pulse and your blood,
Keeps driving me under.
To your blanket of truth
And your Menagerie of Wonder.
-Lisa M. Bello