thawing grass
in the hopes
of the midnight sun
where dread is to tread
somewhere colder
somewhere more northern
to a white door
where you greeted
your estranged mother
on the threshold
in attempts to make good
in hope of reconciliation
but it wasn't to be found
for the past is a trap
not easily escaped
and the definition
of insanity
drips in fresh ink
from the pages
of the family bible
and you watch her turn
from your doorstep
to leave it at that
as you close the door
behind her
while a snake leaps
from a nearby tree
to tangle with a lizard
monitor or komodo
you are uncertain of
