For the other N

Photo by Mirjana Veljovic

An oasis of sisterhood
stretched through the years
a safe space with no room for malice
or the tired battles of competition

How grateful I am
for the whispered secrets
the phone calls where we
unravelled the knots in each other’s lives

I think back to distant moons
both sheltered by parental love
but not immune to the passions of childhood
perspective looming like a grotesque carnival

We took comfort in the certainty of youth
though we had not long outgrown
pigtails...