Hide and Go Seek
by Chrissy Zschomler
There's the perspective of the waves
crashing from the pier
There's the perspective of youself
from inside of the mirror
Instead of looking outside
you look inside the window
And instead of seeing colors
We watch shapes and noises grow
There's the glass half empty
Being filled with this water
There's the cold winter seasons
growing hotter and hotter
There's the seeker-go-finder
Turning into the Hider
There's the short distance between us
growing wider and wider
There's the quiet act of embrace
Turning into frustrations
There's the crowded noisy mind
Seeing quiet meditations
There's the blue and white pages
Melting into trash and waste
There's the dirty chewed up food
Morphing into toothpaste
And there goes the scissors
Turning into a comb
There goes the wilderness
Turning into their homes
There goes the rejection
turning into wedding rings
There goes the ground
being the sky where Birdy sings
& there goes my privacy
turning into a show
Tickets on sale now
Would you like the cheapest row?
There goes my thoughts
turning into regretted words
There goes my words
turning into mockingbirds
& there goes my fears
turning into thoughts of dust
& there goes myself
off to watch the 'temporaries' rust.
There goes the night sky
glowing lighter and lighter
The short distance between us
grows wider and wider.
It may sound sad
and my hearts mistakes it so
But there are so many things
in this life I donnot know.
