- Sophia Löwe
Looking for Grandmother (for Alice Walker)

I wake up
searching my room for
something
dazed and confused
I
wake up
searching my soul for --
I turn my pages
thirsty
searching for --
the water
fleeing from the fountain
I crawl under every last
something
drops searching
every last corner of my dreamscape for
blue and
purple
underwater something
under the water-dots
I search
the foggy steam of
my morning coffee
behind the mirror
crack that swallows
something
I search
under the bed
behind my dreams
in a box
labeled
"I search"
for
foxes
red lights
guiding stars
through pine tree
forests
playing
hide and seek with
Venus in the evening sky
searching death
or
you
or
something.
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