Liquid Ladders

Dorothy climbs up her liquid ladders

Ascending to her secret heaven

She beats on her chest, her soul

Clamoring for attention

Night comes and under the stars

Dorothy visits with the planets position

Seeing rainbows within Saturn’s rings

While Grandfather Moon tends the harvest

Peering out of cracks

Of her silken aloneness

She tends to the webs of her

Woven fantasy

The burgundy overtones

Have scorched their names

Within the echoes

Of her memories

Shrill and bray words

Erupt from her

In bouts of

Ceaseless movement

And I fear time drawing closer

Closing in

I feel small

Because it is not my fight

Dorothy and I, so similar;

At different times

We tread in the same shoes,

See through the same mirror

Yet we are not the same,

And although I have the sensation

That I am forever on a see-saw

With Dorothy on the other end

I have to let the dervish spin,

The tides draw out,

And the sun set,

So she can learn to live again