bare feet, and the new street light through the window.
spelling lists, soccer clothes, and drumsticks
scatter the glowing dining room table.
Motivated good intentions and ambitious attitudes
fall around me like heavy armor
leaving me exhausted, but content.
It's as if I've just finished running a long race,
happily sighing and drinking in the rest. . .
knowing that I have to get up and run
the exact same race . . .
tomorrow.
ismene 3/98
Life. . . it's bigger, bigger than you and you are not me.
