Mighty Miss

A little plume of smoke sneaks
No stopping now
A whisper in the leaves
Flames licking out

Pages turn and curl
Scribbles crack and hiss
I did the world a favor
On the banks of the mighty miss

In the witness of tree roots and moss covered stones
I cut myself a deal
In exchange for who I’d been, I could be who I am
The water helped me heal

What if we could read
Your inner dialogue?
You know I wince at times
At how we lack resolve

The whole thing had me squirming
Transparency at what cost
Call it historic interpretation
This chapter was better off as lost

In the witness of tree roots and moss covered stones
I cut myself a deal
In exchange for who I’d been, I could be who I am
The water helped me heal

On the moss covered riverbed
I shed my old skins
I watched them drown
I gave permission to myself 
To walk unashamed
And I boogied down!