Today, the sky is entirely white. I look up to see a mass of cotton wool balls dabbing dark houses for rain spots, which splatter sparsely against clinical windows, as if asking permission to enter.
Tin-tea on my toothpaste-teeth as the day begins and I stop for a moment to think. I think about People. People make my world go round.
I have a friend whose humour delights me. Her wit cracks my sides wide open with laughter. Stomach-clenching hesitation of no-breath pauses: I have to remember to breathe. My laughter explodes with Life. Under-breath murmurs of it; Life is a joke, despite her grief.
I have a friend whose mind delights me. His thoughts dance circles around mine. Like high footed, twirling skirts, quick-step-thought-jumping, I'm forced to run to keep up: I silently exalt when I skip ahead. He allows a small breather on the dance floor; I have time to retrace my steps and delight in the pace. My mind explodes with Life. Brain ballet is life’s breath; or a safe game to hide behind.
Despite my jack-in-the-box, jingle-jump between worlds, wherever I am, the people around me make that world go round.
Tin-tea on my toothpaste-teeth as the day begins and I stop for a moment to think. I think about People. People make my world go round.
I have a friend whose humour delights me. Her wit cracks my sides wide open with laughter. Stomach-clenching hesitation of no-breath pauses: I have to remember to breathe. My laughter explodes with Life. Under-breath murmurs of it; Life is a joke, despite her grief.
I have a friend whose mind delights me. His thoughts dance circles around mine. Like high footed, twirling skirts, quick-step-thought-jumping, I'm forced to run to keep up: I silently exalt when I skip ahead. He allows a small breather on the dance floor; I have time to retrace my steps and delight in the pace. My mind explodes with Life. Brain ballet is life’s breath; or a safe game to hide behind.
Despite my jack-in-the-box, jingle-jump between worlds, wherever I am, the people around me make that world go round.
