In the repeating dream of my childhood
I am the oldest child again
shielding my siblings from evil,
a giant in a valley who hunts us,
wants to take us prisoner
or worse.
In these night movies
we walk endlessly,
perspire as we try to find our breath
and hide behind greenest vegetation,
mounds of dirt.
My sister's red hair flounces
attracting attention
as if she glows. I cover her head
so that the gods can't find her
and she becomes invisible.
I feel guilty
when we lose her.
She drifts off
and my brothers
have no idea what direction is north
nor do they have access to the power
of violence that eats us alive.
We back into cave after cave
and know the only safety
is to keep moving.
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