Skimming over leaves and trees,
Everything belongs to me.
I have seen them all before
I lay awake on God’s bright shores.
Nothing here is new to me,
Everything belongs to me.
Landing soft on familiar ground,
Moving through the shining trees,
I at once feel sense of ease.
Houses spread before me now,
I walk up steps to one front porch,
With a sense of dread I pull
The open door toward me now,
Greeted by a wordless face,
Captured in suspended space,
Does my mother make me sad?
Mother, will you make me mad?
