I see you up against the wall
red winter coat bright against white;
small 3 year old knees pressed to your chin.
Your lips move around a series of words, caressing them, seeking comfort.
But the one-way glass holds me back.
Soft blond curls shift from side to side as you watch classmates do simple things
Line up.
In order.
Quietly.
Do you imagine yourself like them -
Unmoving.
Understood.
Predictable.
Like the marbles you release down the bright plastic tubes, your classmates know where they are going, the path is familiar, as is the final destination.
Over and over you let them fly -
Looking for patterns, repetition, security - hoping to find some for yourself.
- written 2004
