the children, / being Croods. Savage, incoherent, / burly, loud. Wrestling egos, and language / of cosmic despairing contrasts? I wonder / if I am the necessary color / or flower, or gentle pond amidst disorder. / Are they in need of order? Are they / unknowingly in search of some peace / in their trumpet calls for war? Are they / just being children? Stifling my innate cruelty, the hands / of my ancestors, clipped. Hurt them / not. See them as they are. Break / the curse.
For now, / there is only the children sitting down with the child / in me, asking the adult to quiet / the Croods, to silence the savage / within. There is only the children, settling / into bedrooms, setting their own suns, / softly fading voices, naturally, on their own. / Toys are collected, the girl sweetly hums / with a movie. The little boy follows / the big burlies almost-men to their caves.
For now, / hearts are satiated by the smacking and laughing. Nothing / was undone, nothing done. The gentle pond / smiles.
Noeme Grace C. Tabor-Farjani has authored Letters from Libya, a chapbook of short memoirs that chronicled her family’s escape from the Second Libyan Civil War in 2014. A featured writer at the digital exhibits of New York-based The Aerogramme Center for Arts and Culture and England-based Floresta, her works have been published in Dream Journal (US), Global Poemic (India), Luna Luna (US), Fahmidan (Kuwait), 433 (US), Milly Magazine (New Zealand), Rogue Agent (US), Cicada (Hong Kong/Japan), and Harpy Hybrid Review (US), and are forthcoming from The Font – A Literary Journal for Language Teachers (Australia), Dreich Magazine (Scotland), Cobra Milk (US), and Voice & Verse Poetry Magazine (Hong Kong). Her PhD dissertation focused on flow psychological theory in creative writing pedagogy. She teaches high school humanities courses in the southern Philippines and is currently working on a chapbook of poems on spirituality and the body. You can find her on Facebook.