Hiccups

Some may call it a poem,

But for me

It’s a broken, yet

Consistent chains of thought

Realized into a verbal or written form

More of a message 

From my subconscious mind

Hiccups

Mother never stops giving

She always receives,

What ever it is

Mother is Silence

A womb

A black hole

A black whole

A dark whole

Dark matter

Vast

No gender

Hiccup

But I need you to stop me

Somewhere

A word

The word itself

Can form

Can shape anything

A shapeshifter

Help me, guide me

Say the word

Hiccup

Unknown, Mother

Burying Her child, yet Knitting

A dress

A wedding dress

To pass on

The motherness

Oh, mother

She failed

We all fail

We are the children of failure

Hiccup

Keep on living, though

Till the reality

Slams you in the face

A heavy metal frying pan

Mom just called!

Asking if the money

was deposited

Into my account

Which I have no access to

Keep on living

In another continent

The money though

Has its own story

Hiccup

I was walking, today

With the dog

Sniffing snow

Have you ever sniffed Ice, or Snow?

It smells like, nothing

Nothing at all

It’s odourless, yet

The cold goes into my nostrils

I thought, how they lived on this land

Indigenous to this land

Sniffing

Everything

Maybe he sniffed the wolf’s

Pee on the snow

A thousand times

So he can tell if the pack of wolves

Who passed this pass

Two weeks ago

Had a lone pregnant

Among them

She needs to eat

She has to feed her pups

When it’s time

she is a mother

Oh, mother

Shapeshifter

A wolf, a hummingbird