Day two hundred and forty eight ... Waiting ...

My life took a time out

But not for real

I just got to catch my breath and find a new patch of grass

And while I was gone my house caught fire

I have no idea what kind of damage was done

I have no idea who is alive and who is not

Because I'm stuck on the side lines, waiting for the whistle

I'm stuck on the side lines, waiting for release

I'm stuck on the side lines, clenching my fists that were relaxed hours earlier

And I just want to put someone against the boards

I can feel it around my eyes

I can feel it in my knuckles

I can feel it in the back of my thighs

I can feel it

Part of me just wants to sleep

Part of me just wants to dream

I don't want to face what's almost in front of me

And the clock ticks away, and the bugs click and whir, and the faucet drips on the stainless steel, eroding a microscopic piece of metal away from the sink on towards the drain

And you'd never know it to look at it

You'd never know it to listen to it

You'd never know it to feel its surface

But it's a little thinner

It's a little less there

And if I wanted to I could empty the pipe and collect the runaway metal

But where would I put it

Where would I save it

Where would I care for it

I have no idea

So I'll just let it go

Thanks for reading,

F.A.J.