Are you listening
To what I am saying
Your ears may
Not be closed
But your heart is

A Mary.Poppin's
Of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Until you find
The right fix
A Hudini
Of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Until you find
What you are
Looking for
And you
A poet of sorts
Just keep pulling
Out
And pulling
Out
Till you find
Your words
Is there magic
In our pull
Or did we have
It all along

Like a squirrel
Scurrying around
Gathering treasures
For winter
When content
Ready to bury
Until needed
Storing up words
For right moment
When the season
Is right
So will be
The poem

The sides of the bathtub
Rise up like castle walls
Keeping me safe and
Allowing me to ignore
The world outside of them
My small safe haven
My fortress of solitude
A place where I can
Simply be in existence
But not taking up space