The Light Has Dimmed poem by Margaret Leora Workman; Warponie Art

The Light Has Dimmed… The light above your eyes is the light below mine. I put you here, I put you there. What has happened to my bathtub? Why is it spinning? The stares are not aligned and the stars are out of alignment. shift my goggles so that I can see the light of the radio knobs. Me singing, and you shifting, let’s learn together. Your earth is my girth. What about your teddy and the dryer with the rubber bands? Those shoes! Wear it wet until it’s frozen. Oh the garden, the bugs, and the mice. Foraging for roots, where is my other boot? Pigtails and rice without salmonella. When can we leave this place? We already did. It’s gone and dead because of time and the infinity sign. Will you be mine? How can we get through the day? What could we say? Please don’t leave, oh, you need your sieve? Why can’t we go back? I want to be in a sack where time comes back to let me see what we saw and what it was that made us happy. Was it tea or coffee? Could it ever be me? No, I know. We can’t be friends. Did you know who I was? I liked to set it up, all of those surveys… what else-nothing was said. I have hit my head. Did you know those bugs are fossilized and dead?