small human, they say
like it's something to be astonished about, something unusual
when they find me on top of an office chair, wheels unlocked
(a skill perfected years ago, really nothing to worry about, shoes on the floor)
or that time I climbed through a small window at work just to see if I could
(I could, with the ever faithfull help of a chair)
much to the amusement of my colleage
(no, I didn't tell my boss. I wonder if she heard anyway)
small human, a friend says
and hooks unto my hand as I lead the way through the crowds
(I always find my way through, there's always room for me)
or that time when we managed to get to the front row o
The moment you realize
you've spent too much time
in the intangible digital pages
of easy and instant and endless
is when you reach the end
of the first chapter of a real book
and look for the review button.
(the hint you missed
was you dancing through the house
in exultant joy
at the feel of pages between your fingers)
loving is like breathing; unconsciously
its one part of the brain deciding that this, this is what we do now
and the other part scrambling to keep up, wait, how does this work
spring comes with summer taunts
sunshine and warmth and bloom
before turning back to winter
cold winds and grey tones
we want the sun so much
its promises fool us every year
small human, they say
like it's something to be astonished about, something unusual
when they find me on top of an office chair, wheels unlocked
(a skill perfected years ago, really nothing to worry about, shoes on the floor)
or that time I climbed through a small window at work just to see if I could
(I could, with the ever faithfull help of a chair)
much to the amusement of my colleage
(no, I didn't tell my boss. I wonder if she heard anyway)
small human, a friend says
and hooks unto my hand as I lead the way through the crowds
(I always find my way through, there's always room for me)
or that time when we managed to get to the front row o
The moment you realize
you've spent too much time
in the intangible digital pages
of easy and instant and endless
is when you reach the end
of the first chapter of a real book
and look for the review button.
(the hint you missed
was you dancing through the house
in exultant joy
at the feel of pages between your fingers)
loving is like breathing; unconsciously
its one part of the brain deciding that this, this is what we do now
and the other part scrambling to keep up, wait, how does this work
spring comes with summer taunts
sunshine and warmth and bloom
before turning back to winter
cold winds and grey tones
we want the sun so much
its promises fool us every year