Prompt: This stone spent the night hallucinating your love

I feel my mother’s flat embrace

Her infinitely slow heartbeat

Her steady motion around the blazing sun

I feel its light, heat, warming me

I feel the rain like tears washing over me

Sorrows, loves, lives I’ll never know

I see children playing in the yard, spinning until they are dizzy

“I feel the Earth moving”, they cry

I feel it too!

I want to shout back

They never hear me

The oldest boy picks me up, tosses me in the air

I feel like I am flying, like the birds I see cartwheeling in the air so high above me

He carries me, tossing me, out to the mailbox

With a solid “thunk”, he sets me on top of the mailbox post

Enthroned, enthralled

I can see farther than ever before

My best days are when the girl comes out to get the mail

She pulls it from the box and closes the lid

Then she stands there and shuffles through the papers

I memorize her face, her hair, the curve of her ear

She nibbles her lower lip when she reads

She makes faces and talks back to the mail

She never speaks to me

She never looks at me

I dream of her

When the moon is bright and the stars take the place of the birds above me

I dream of her when the rain soaks me clean

I dream of her when the snow falls into an igloo around me

I dream of her looking, touching, seeing me

Really seeing me

I dream

Thanks to Los Dave for the great visual prompt!

Dogs in house:	Houdini
Music:	Vivaldi’s "Winter" from Four Seasons
March word count:	1651