So long ago, Mother called this her affection
a time when bricks weren't bars
the roof of this prison.
“Mother,” I said, dew dripping from the moon
so high from my grasp.
“Why have you left me, in this well, all alone?”
Water stained my clothes, my cheeks
filling my shoes
sinking me deep.
Until my lungs were filled with Earth’s blood.
Until breath became ache
and movement was agony.
No face will appear
in the circle of Heaven.
But I can hear Mother whispering her mantra of reason.
Of safety, of sanctuary,