Straight lines

I watch them quietly
they are everywhere
whichever way I turn
whenever I scan the rooms
to understand more
they live around corners
and turn with a parallel force
in the shoe box
on the floors, on roofs
along fingers and toes
down the railway tracks
in your most hidden alleys
sometimes they sit across me
looking strong, confident
elsewhere they are like anyone else
longing for dimension
waiting for their time to come
hoping to sleep
wanting to smile.