Dragons

Dragons


I watch the sky on high alert
as if the whole thing might fall down one day -
earth beneath my feet as I -
exhaust of hunting and roaring,
the push and pull of my Jurassic era,
holding that instinct as a lagoon in my palms.
Reality is that I am a girl once clawed,
in a way many couldn't comprehend,
became furious from it.
And you took me back, boy.
You, with your hands  
cupping your own indignant rage,
roaring it at me, full force,
letting yourself feel as you tore blue from the eyeline -
me seeing you -  crumbling everything,
knowing I have been that you
at seven, fourteen, twenty two, thirty one -
I've been in that jungle,
there, where it drags,
time becomes insignificant,
clocks ceases to chime -  
control feels a world away -
so when we're there,
I let fear slow in me,
remind myself how important it is to be strong,
consistent, channel my experience into empathy,
so when it's seen again it's met
instead of isolated,
 - the reptilian and the feral,
the kindred in a time loop, see,
I felt so alone back then,
as if rage is the warzone
not the symptom of a warzone -
so now when this mythical beast sees another
dragon between cloud cover,
I know I can only marvel
at that willingness to fly.