Warfare of the Brain
Crossing the Road

Stay beside me, Mother:

I promise I’ll stay safe

And hold your hand.

For we can’t just stay here anymore—

Bidding farewell to fried forests,

Numbly watching snagged limbs,

Dreamily lamenting dated paradises.

For we can’t sit still here anymore—

Silently waiting for grassy growths,

Forever praying on grey, rushing river,

Hoping a solution rains from the sky.

Stay beside me, Mother,

And I swear it is safe:

You can hold my hand.

Now breathe. And run.