COVERS OF COMFORT
Little girl, a joy to behold, bright
Blue eyes, beneath the tented bed covers
The flashlight flickers in the dark room
Book open, pictures glitter, words live.
The handsome horse, dapple-gray, red hooves
Lives in this book; he whispers,
“Little girl, all alone, join a friend
Ride the carousel
Into the world of lights and shadows
Circular travels, the tethered body
The unfettered soul.”
Beautiful horse, noble creature, wondrous friend
Speaking the coded language.
Black on white, squiggles and lines
Familiar sounds, loving messages.
Safely hidden from outside worlds.
Blond, graceful hands, dancer’s legs
Moving noiselessly toward the closed door: Mother
Hush, little girl, fear naught
Become immersed; be reassured
Life is a circular thing.