I'm at breakfast
searching beneath me on the
pants covered floor
for my pants crumbled
up and buried.
I have pants on but no legs. I catch a
glimpse of the dirty river. The
children are playing in the river,
but I don't know any of them. I'm
not hungry either. I have places to go
but need that pair of pants
that aren't extra. They're the only
ones I'd dare cross the river with.
Who knows what's down there.
Maybe the children do
but by the time I find what
I'm looking for (if I ever do)
they're all gone home somewhere
offscreen.
Offscreen--the brain as a camera. I dig it.
ReplyDeleteThe right pants can symbolize so much...or just be pants.