transfiguration
lit by the soft glow of maple
candles adorn this large tub
filled with rainbows ricocheting
from quartz in every color she
walks in sits down beside me smiling
a mother i didn’t know i had wordlessly
washes my hair hums a lullaby
in a dialect before time became time
is of no importance here i am allowed
to rest in the womb of this water all night
if desired she drops oil from cinnamon
clove and nutmeg into my palm and i
become the falling Christmas Eve snow
*Published in Issue 1.35 of FEED