My mind is so wavey…
My thoughts are just mini versions of myself
That were allowed outside after dark.
Streetlights stipple the pavement
And my micro-mes play hopscotch.
Returning indoors is always like
A guessing game of inspiration
Because their little hands are stained
With colorful chalk dust and tiny beads of sweat.
Palms up, investigating the hued story
Of their great adventures
Is so super wavey.