Rosemary’s baby
was born with grey skin
and black, almond eyes
that didn’t blink.
The hospital room fell into a hush as
the nurse laid him in her arms.
She held him to her breast
his skin cool
his tiny heart beating strong.
She named him Abel.
Rosemary’s baby.
He wasn’t right.
His arms grew long.
He never had hair.
His eyes were unnerving.
He still didn’t blink.
At night he would crawl into her bed.
She held his cool wiry body to hers.
He never did learn to speak.
Everything he had to say
he said through his eyes.
Rosemary’s baby, was not of this world.
He had the potential to one day reveal all the earth’s secrets
once he understood how to communicate.
But there was no chance this child would survive.
His difference made the people angry.
what is lonely?
being an old soul is lonely.
you will be called crazy.
being intelligent is lonely.
you will be called stupid.
being kind is lonely.
people infected with anger will make it a sport to destroy your faith
in humanity.
being good is lonely.
it may seem many in this world walk within their own dream, acting out
old wounds and scripts.
you become a character in their movie, until you wake up and say,
that’s not me.
being awake is lonely.
sometimes you see a spark in someone else.
a stirring in their eyes.
a feeling of knowing.
you approach, your heart wide open.
most run away.
the terrified ones call you crazy or stupid.
and you remember, the world is a lonely place.
as you keep searching for signs of life.
and that was after prolonged
exposure to the nothingness he felt when left to his own thoughts.
We tend to forget that Saturn is not
only about lessons and responsibilities, but great rewards (often material) for
work done well.