metonymy4u

I am
what
my daughter calls
peripatetic

atoms,
planetary rhymes,
loosed by a sun
turned
tantrum scholar,

maniacal
and slightly dissatisfied
by the silence
of her peers this all
arrived

to discover
oh, I don’t know,
maybe just a
steady hum of fear
which drained
its way tiptoe
across ten carpeted
galaxies,

tripped

over some
whispering sands
you left behind,
took

a turn and
there encountered,
world-keyed
and faint,
nothing
but

sun-faded laughter.