i don’t know where to go

i don’t know
where to
go

i’d like to just
sit
peaceful like
underneath some kind of
tree
and sleep

but i don’t
know where
to go to
get a
peace of mind

i’d like my mommy
and daddy
to hold me
kind of tight
in their wide
sweeping arms

but i don’t
know where to

find them

i’d like that
big brown grizzly
to shrivel
like dorothy’s witch

just seep
on back to hell

so i can sit
kind of peaceful
under this tree

not in it

12/8/1980

Published by Anne Birkam

I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life. View more posts