THOUGHTS FROM A DOLL HOUSE

Wind and thoughts drift and surge
among corridors of her childhood.
Those reverberate along her daily pace,
guided by unfinished conclusions.
The many inflections of nature and toys,
of little bears, puppets and dolls
as well as properly dressed fairy tales,
never ceased to ask the question
to which only could be answered …
wonderment.

She is now with her own offspring -
it appears as if all her wooden friends,
her stuffed companions and rubber acolyte
now have arisen anew in this progeny,
articulating the same ballet,
shining of akin mystery.
Yet she proceeds forwards
having forgotten her promise.
She walks ahead of time
disregarding her future.