Jan 2015
One
Soft hands covering eyes
Left in darkness with only your thoughts
Rules are rules
There has to be order
Two
Imagination sparks
You hear friends scatter across
The wooden floor
Like untrained mice
Three
Focusing on your breath
Inhale, exhale, trying to stay alive
Still hearing the frantic pattering
Of those confused around you
Four
Wondering where they could be heading
Way up high?
Far down low?
On equal level, right there beside you?
Five
Palms are sweating
Moisture’s trapped
Under aging cupped hands
Six
Getting impatient
Foot starts tapping
Seven
Starting to rush
Eight
Almost
Nine
...
Ten**
Done
Ready
Or not
Here
I come
Soft hands covering eyes
Left in darkness with only your thoughts
Rules are rules
There has to be order
Two
Imagination sparks
You hear friends scatter across
The wooden floor
Like untrained mice
Three
Focusing on your breath
Inhale, exhale, trying to stay alive
Still hearing the frantic pattering
Of those confused around you
Four
Wondering where they could be heading
Way up high?
Far down low?
On equal level, right there beside you?
Five
Palms are sweating
Moisture’s trapped
Under aging cupped hands
Six
Getting impatient
Foot starts tapping
Seven
Starting to rush
Eight
Almost
Nine
...
Ten**
Done
Ready
Or not
Here
I come
(Winona, MN)
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