Many Moons

Warily

she tumbled

into folds

of

devilish smiles

and colorful

peals

of 

ha ha has

curious of 

looming thunder clouds

over heads

that should be happy

and sunshine on top of angry faces

she wondered

about things

like lace winged moths

and

ginger colored 

stones

the reanimation of 

frozen

blades

of grass

time loops

black holes

sugar cubes

52 shades of blue

why her nose

made whistling sounds 

when she breathed

she worried 

that the space

between two ears

would not be big enough

to carry 

as much 

as she wanted
it to

or that time
would not allow
for 

clocks to tick

or
moons
to cycle

long enough

to really really really

be ok

to someday let it all go