Monday, April 5, 2010

Bucket

I am beside myself
But we have nothing to say
What I thought I knew so well

Has crept on paws to meet
With distracting incompletion
I am beside myself

Waiting for him to come join
This lonely pool of wisher's coins
What I thought I knew so well

Has trapped me waiting to expect
What I'm sure I thought would come next
I am beside myself

And soon with a sense of peace
I'll find solace in my bucket seat
What I thought I knew so well

My fingers, shaking, await their cue
The chime to turn to chapter two
I am beside what I thought I knew
So well. I am myself.