daydreams

to coddiwomple

I sit and stare into my head
listening to m inner voice
so small, so delicate

People sometimes stare at me
not understanding

I walk deep in thought, and hear the cry
help me, help me
so small, invisible, yet I see

People sometimes stare at their phones
unaware of anyone else's distress

I drive on busy streets
care of the car in front of me
side to side, behind

accidents sometimes happen
I hope all are okay 

The dogs greet me happily
you are home, let us out, feed us, pet us
medium sized, not delicate
Full of life!

Moira Levant © October 23 2019