I am too big to fit

 

 

 

 

i want to type tiny words so little they would crowd together as frightened animals words leaning on each other huddled against something unseen unknown they would take turns whispering animal sounds losing them out into the wild afraid to see where they will go words watching each other for signs of danger or else only trusting the one closest touching only the sound with its heart so tiny so crushed together there would be no room to feel alone to notice the ground under them changing holding each other needing no line or paper to sustain them they could be trusted and would build am indestructible nest curling cradling and hiding the immenseness of my feelings

 

 

 

Sharon Lopez Mooney, Bahia summer sits on my writing,

From: Ginosko Literary Journal, Issue #26, Ed. Robert Paul Cesaretti, Fairfax, CA, Spring 2021, print and online: http://ginoskoliteraryjournal.com/images/ginosko26.pdf

Sharon Lopez Mooney, published poet, Interfaith Minister, spiritual coach