A million miles short of God,
no one disturbs the breathless
not even mountain goats. I am only here
for your tired eyes to see.

I have become the crazy old woman muttering lullabies
just up the street where sunlight
becomes impossible, there
are only memories.

Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in The Cape Rock, New Ohio Review, and Gargoyle. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), and The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press).