Watch Me

Iris: Sandra Moreano

Sometimes
the past snarls
like a black dog
in the dark
that will not let me pass

What if?
growls the beast
The road could well have turned
so much farther
south

First I shudder
Then I soothe
he is afraid
not mad
he needs to know
I remember
as if
I could
forget

And to my tender touch
the past turns
from angry dog
into a flower
dancing like
a Degas
ballerina

Look at me
says she
look what love
has done
tears are also rain
you know

watch me
kiss the sky