These little chicks
Keep wandering
Away from me
One gone
Into the story of a
Grieving mother
Who’s only son
Died
Too early
The next
Into the world
Of another
Mother
Who’s daughter
Was
Almost was
Could have been
Taken away
Forever
Into the underworld
That exists
Above ground
But hidden
From view
Cruel
Castle
Of slavery
And misery
A third chick
Waddles back
Into an old story
My deepest fear
Found
Alive
In another’s
Hide
So every day I
And every week we
Go in
To all of these dark places
Hidden spaces
To find and love
The little chick
Stuck
And Distressed
Inside
It isn’t a glorious journey
We don’t really travel far
But we are friends
With all the fauna
And flora
In this little
Space
Inside my psyche
Our world
My heart
And my mind