Saturday, April 2, 2022

Longing Marks

 


                                   Image by Eugenio Albrecht from Pixabay 





Longing Marks



It was distances she longed for.

One night she snuck out all the way to the main road.

She saw headlights.

She heard sirens honking.

A tiny red car passed by.

Inside, a woman like her,

free to go wherever she wanted.

She gazed at the car for as long as she could see the rear lights

and long after that she followed it

in her mind’s eye.

Freedom was what she longed for.

To start the engine and get going and never ask herself where to.

But right now something was stirring inside her,

something new and unseen,

little feet running,

running, running, running after the car.

The little heart was beating the rhythm of that engine

The little hands outstretched towards the horizon.

She knew the baby was a girl.

She knew the girl would be born with these marks, invisible to everyone but the two of them.

One was on the heel, shaped like a rear light.

The other one, deep inside the little heart,

beating the rhythm of the engine.

The third one, which came out in the girl’s dreams only,

a white road, winding, 

a little red dot far away,

free.




GloPoWriMo Day 2 


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