It's 2:00 A.M. in my mind,
and I'm walking down
a mental city street.
scary thoughts
from childhood follow.
On the street,
an empty gum paper
lies open
that once cozied a stick of gum.
I miss the cave shelter
of Rice House!
With warm fire of nurturence.
Loving tribe and hugs.
sometimes my childhood ways interfere, like a scary monster going "boo."
The work now
is to become the adult -
The adult for me
The caretaker for me.
But I miss the cozy blanket
of the Rice House
where I was tucked in.