2 Poems by Meghan Callahan

“Wormhole” 

 

…And through the hole, a light shone. 

  

Mysteriously into the known unknown. 

The inside chafe and bare, 

used and weathered without care. 

  

Peering inside, 

the light gives way 

  

To a mantle, stone, worn and duly pressed. 

Cradled by the wooden dress. 

  

Slivered wood, 

Unspoken shear, 

  

Cracked hands danced in the light– 

a story told. 

  

Notably crafted with plight. 

Carved into a stone, bore. 

  

Taken swept, untouched. 

In the stone-carved, unveiled, read; 

  

“Long in the woods, hours, 

Perfectly, highly spent, and torn. 

Cloth lain, soil lye.” 

  

Brought light to the inside… 

 

 

 

“I AM THE ANIMALS AND THE EARTH” 

  

I am the white streaks that fill the morning sky. 

Like a bird with blue-colored feathers. 

Free. 

Uncaged, 

Ever flying into a place of unknown and escape. 

  

I am an agile, black, lanky cat that lurks around the corners of alleyways. 

Always looking back, never looking forward. 

Afraid. 

Jumpy. 

Too scared to face what is in front of me. 

  

I am the snail curled at the seams, 

Like a coward, I push them under my shell. 

Hidden. 

Secretive. 

Keeping everything inside my thin interior. 

  

I am a flood, raging like the unkempt sea crashing against the shoreline. 

Always chasing life haphazardly, passing everything by. 

Wild. 

Rushing. 

Afraid of what people might see down below. 

  

I am the wind, bellowing through the house. 

Like a storm that thunders underneath the earth. 

Rumbling. 

Stable. 

Holding tightly onto the past, with blue-winged feathers, I fly.