Shaddow Puppets

Dim light
the yellow flame
from the candle
casts shadows on my walls-
dancing side by side
whenever the wind blows.
such fragile fire
brings nostalgic memories
of me as a kid,
enjoying my little sanctuary
when the light goes out and a
fierce storm is smothering
our small village.
nature whistles and it creates a
soundscape that terrifies the elders-
like dirge played at dawn.
Nothing to worry about
for  I have my sanctuary.
and nothing seems to
excite me any better
than the possibility of
not having to go to school
by tomorrow morning.
the entire day,
just listening to china crisis
on my battery-operated radio
as they deliver
a different dimension
of music.
lights blink on
clouds stop weeping
and everyone starts to clap-
but me.