Wear your crown, little one. This world is twirling, winding,
dancing like the stock-still pirouettes you hold in late-May
rain. Water won't sluice through your soul 'less you let it,
drizzle can only cleanse your throat when you stop scrubbing
bleach cross your bursting essence, stop bundling
fragments of yourself beneath the linoleum:
fake as the smile plastered to your face.
Look here, little one. Press your nails to the window-panes,
we're bumping through the world [it's still moving, still going].
Carpe diem, young girl: moments don't last forever,
stars don't shine for eternity, but your fate is now. Paint the
states and sprinkle colors through the brisk sunset air, wash life
cross this tarnished pleather truck -- grab the wheel and float
us round the globe.
Stop, little one. I'm right here. Can't you see me?
We sip pineapple popsicles in June but noon-light shadows my
face, always too bright. Still, I'm near.
You shiver, child; Lake Michigan is ever-unforgiving,
much like the sweet juice that dribbles down your chin. Wipe
it away, Yes Yes, take a rag to your mouth and mop it up, but don't you
see? You're only dulling your soul. Perhaps you need darkness in order to
see the light that burns within you, the light you try to burn out.
Close your eyes, little one. This cornfield is filled with gold,
let it seep into your skin, let it ferment like Grandma's sweet pickles,
honeyed and soaked in tendrils of syrup. The farmer that dwells
in that old alabaster house won't see us, I promise. You're far too bright, child.
He'll mistake you for the sun.
Peer up at the sky, little one. The world, it's still turning,
isn't it? It's never stopped.
So wear your crown. Sew it from corn-husks and wild rhubarb,
thread it through your hair and clasp my hand, [I've always been there].
And if it gets too heavy little one, rest it on my shoulders.
This is a poem I wrote about my younger sister. Our relationship is messy, but still, I wanted to show that I'll always be there for her, no matter what.
One of her favorite books is also The Little Prince, and I've found that one of the major reasons that I'm so fascinated by this book is because of her love for it. This quote, I feel, plays a part in the poem, and is one of her favorite quotes too:
"To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."