Fuchsia
A spiral in my mind
a spiral I unwind
and rewind
each moment
again crawling
the ground
bubbles boiling
out of bases
that have no bonds
and here I am
raveling
and unraveling
making sense of myself
to bring these hands
whispering softly
a lullaby in your ear
the sounds you didn’t hear
trillions of voices so clear
singing you to sleep; nestled
in my web of harp strings.