I step on the cracks
In the sidewalk
Because they're there; Because i can
Later i go home
I stare at a blank screen
And my fingers insist on typing
Just to watch the words bleed
Across the page
One after another
Forming an endless silken thread
That i never want to snip
That begs me
To leave it
To let it grow long
Like stands of my hair flowing
Down my back and around my waist
And brushing the cement
As i pull myself up
From the sidewalk
Where i have fallen
Over a seemingly harmless crack
Because i was not watching
Because it was there
Because it could
And would
Trip me up--it's just
Another knot in the thread
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