A girl cries. Her father beats her, convinces her she’s dumb.
She’ll land back on that cave of herself again
And again for the rest of her life. So many are like mythical creatures
Blindly returning to tackle whatever invisible monsters
Brought them down so long ago in the Trauma Caves.
Maybe the greatest wonder of wonders
Of being alive – the lake like a glittering shield,
The leaves turning to tangerine, gold, ruby
And so infinitely on – is we have not, as yet, undone our world.
"The Wonder of Wonders", Greg Delanty
"100 Days, 100 Nights," Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings
