Covid dream poem

dark obsidian night

of being sent

to your room

for something

your emotions

have no control over

it’s not your fault

or anyone else’s

it just is

to get away

you climb a sugar maple

in your neighbor’s yard

because

if you climb

your mother’s trees

she’ll use the belt

to protect her trees

from damaged limbs

and no amount

of begging or crying

will hide the bruises

you resolve to quit

whimpering and endure

the obsidian dark

9-1-21