This is for Real Toads, where we are trying piggyback poems. My first and last lines come from the poem “The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus” by Maureen Hynes. Follow the link to read the original poem.
Looking to her left, looking to her right
Looking, always for someplace safe
Someplace, where she can be appreciated —
Looking even for someplace where she can be
Herself, with out being struck down like
A tree grown too tall //
She keeps looking, like a flower for the
Sun, like a wise owl gazing at the
Moon, wondering “Who, who, who?”
Looking to her left, looking to her right.