Restless thoughts
Tumble noisily
Through the halls of her mind,
Jostling one another
As they race
Toward fun and freedom
Most shrug out of the words
Zipped around them
As they spill onto the playground,
And, like unruly children,
Resist lining up
In tidy rows of prose
When the day ends.
Pushing and shoving,
They trickle back inside
Leaving a stillness behind
In which unfulfilled possibilities
Echo in the wind
Like the squeak of empty swings.
Cherice Montgomery, August 5, 2010
