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.
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