In The Hollow

Susan Scott

You were born small
screaming large
in a southern town at the brushy fork
of the Appalachians.

Already drawn
you slept for months
before your eyes captured
blue of another galaxy.

Far-flung swirl of stars
a celestial ferris wheel
you would alight
no fear

a fistful of moons
in your left hand
blinking neon

a harbinger
I would swathe you
tight and tense
until your head slumped

content against my chest.
All that remains in that hollow
is impression, jagged
outline of mountains you were born to.

Susan Scott taught GED mathematics for several years before returning to life on the road. In search of poetry and home, she has lived in several cities and villages throughout the world. She currently resides in Portland, Oregon and has published in halfwaydownthestairs.net and with Write Denver.