|image by Vincent Bourilhon|
The gurus in long beards,
Buddha-men and their brick tablets,
Jesus and his Saints,
mama and her mother-groupies
with hair-rollers and toddler-stories;
They all told her
she could go anywhere, be anything
and so she lit the sky
like magic, like a balloon mid-breeze,
and exchanged santuary for dreams.
written for a photo challenge at MindLoveMisery.