Instuaration\How I Rebuild

Instuaration\How I Rebuild

I carefully negotiate the ticktock traffic

jam of thoughts,

Chockablock bookshelves of voices

shouting at each other;

I stack them against the tickytacky walls,

Lean the strident against each other

Hurlyburly in the aisles like lodge poles;

Maneuver the shim sham until

They are more stable, more shim, less sham.

Finding toe holds and strong  fingers,

I climb to the top of the propped pyramid;

My feet on their pickapart shoulders,

On their flipflop faces

I push up against the ceiling

To claim breathing room.

I am me. I have a right to exist.

Ariel

June 23, 2012