TRAPPED IN A TEASPOON

I was trying to
avoid

my self, but:
there I was

haunting a hubcap
looming out of a mirror

trapped in a teaspoon
caught in a photograph.

There was no
escaping me.

Everywhere I went
- there I was!

Change the backdrop
Paris...Munich....London

I still ended up
beside my self

playing the same old
same old "me."

Typecast.

Only in sleep could I
jump ship( so to speak )

and become something
other than who I am.

Becoming a stone
I met in 1963

when I was seven
or so...

"Ahhh...this is the life!"
I thought to myself

gazing at the sky
watching clouds go by

becoming one
with the rain.

Not having to
think no more.

Just be!

Anything
anything

other than
me!