Mental Health Break

Stones would play

inside her head;

and where she slept

they made her bed.

And she would ache

for love—and get but stones.

La-lah la-lah la-lah la la la

Lone! Lordy child!

A good day’s coming.

And I’ll be there

to let the sun in

(and bein’ lost

is worth the comin’ home

La-lah la-lah la-lah la la la

on stones).

You and me!

A time for planting.

You and me!

A harvest granting

me every prayer ever

prayed (for just two

wild flowers that grow

La-lah la-lah la-lah la la la

on stones).

About Santi Tafarella

I teach writing and literature at Antelope Valley College in California.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s