I have quite the strange life, little crickets.
My mother is downstairs creating a drumming circle.
I Just got home from living in the forest in a camp in Canada
There I took care of children, and took away lipstick from teenagers.
At first, I didn't realize that I literally had forgotten how to communicate with people. I saw everything in colours, I saw flowers growing out of kitchen utensils, I saw creatures coming out of people.
People often recall me from the beginning of camp as silent. I would stare at the rain as it fell and collect rose pedals for my notebooks. I would stroke my hair most recently cut short as I tried to absorb my surroundings.
I had the soft voices of others guide me, but I found my self lost in my love for the lush forest.
As children started to come, I found myself becoming a mother. Finding flashlights, stroking backs at midnights, whispering softly into the night if I heard a whimper, I was even the tooth fairy once or twice.I would teach them about fossils in limestone. I would lead them through trecks to catch frogs and would make ropes out of thin strings.
I still can see the Canadian moon when I close my eyes
