DID THE BEAR RUN AWAY?
The teddy bear was stuffed with the child’s hopes and dreams
Dreams that were shattered
When the endless hand grabbed the stuffed animal
And made a run for it
It pulled it way from the young kid
Into a realm of questions and forgotten answers
Look at what the hand is belonging to
Look at what the hand tried to say to you
While it’s true the glowing fist
The outstretched hand makes
While holding on the kid’s puppet strings
Are the stuff of fantasy
It’s also true
That a large part of what makes the sight of the bear
So appealing in the first place
Is that he could see through his buttons
And unto the bight white light
Nobody else but he could ever muster the strength to see
Looking at the dawn of purple and blue
Things
Like flowers
Begin to bloom and form anew
Where was the bear all along?
The child of five wondered
Did it willingly not leave me or did it willing choose not to be with me
I might never know
Even as the flowers and garden grass
Bloom in front of me
To call my name
Into an abyss filled up with disturbingly holy sanctuaries