Shore
Carry me to the far shore or I’ll carry you a raft made of our laughs this time of day there are no clouds where do you sleep that the astral plane cracked open and swallowed me whole? There you were in blue I don’t expect anyone to believe me but I know there is a part I’m meant to play and you too and I’ll follow it like Nancy Drew and her clues I swore an oath to mystery and ghosts to tell the truth: the spirit is still with you and I was supposed to tell you. Me, an embarrassed ex-skeptic! But my soul’s been cracked like stained glass and the other side is lightning fractals; should it really be me a humble servant, embarrassed future member of the PTA? Don’t apologize for your gifts, I want to say I would tell the same to any chef, athlete, artist, but me? I’m mad or so they might say but I can’t be quiet anymore, okay? All this to say you are loved by the great spirit; see it now before it’s too late.
Audrey Anderson is creative writing teacher, tarot reader, and author; founder of the first ever poetry slam at Morningside University and former editor of The Kiosk literary magazine; her poetry attempts to capture the mystical experience and her fiction reflects themes of social justice, inspired by her travels during the Arab Spring.