Sussing Out My Special Place

crowded, cornered — i suss out my special place. tossing, turning, dendrites burning the insides of my eyes. posit the tables chairs, arrangement of girls and boys. the chatter of calypso sticks, pages — like wings exhausting. the glaring windows behind me, in front of me, reflections bursting at the seams. hardly a cool spot on the woven carpet. crisscrossed late Spring legs, disconnected eyes wandering. lazy, cramped, braille-fingers pulling at pacifier, gathering glue sticks, scattering cheerios shaking them like confetti all around. anticipation, participation, ultimate undulation of harmonious music. beautiful skin - small, smaller, smallest. smile crescendo, even tears that grip the storytime rug, not prepared to disembark the flooded ark. the lingering final moments of the chosen eight ruddy faces, the chosen few, apologetic — lost in their favorite time with kith and kin. dramatic lighting, undulating of leafy green and xanthous sun — i inhale and exhale with oxyrhynchus-oxygen. all the whirling, twirling stars replenish the universe. soul-lights in my night sky behind my pillowed-eyes, sleep is peaceful. a snowy-dove lands, satisfied by the lay of the land. 6/12/2019 oxyrhynchus hymn - invokes silence, a cosmic stillness kith and kin - family and friends Chosen eight - like those on Noah’s ark dove - left Noah’s ark for good when it found land after the flood soul-lights - the satisfied storytime kids