In the Reeves (by Megan Foster)
Puzzles, for the boredom,
1500 pieces, scattered, some chewed,
A few probably in the vacuum,
Engulfing us, swirling us around its insides,
Deciding if we’re worthy of its protection,
Only to be tossed aside,
Scattered, leaving us hoping,
to be put back together again,
before we’re dispersed,
packed back into a box.
We’re stuck.
Stuck accepting change,
Stuck putting life on hold,
Stuck with asthma and allergies,
Stuck with sisters chatting,
Overstepping boundaries,
The cardboard edges frayed and peeling,
Stuck keeping distance from dad,
Stuck with dogs barking at squirrels.
I’ve escaped for meer minutes,
Venturing into the woods,
Stopping by a murky lake,
The frogs chirping, hidden in the reeves.
A few pieces miraculously join,
But I'm still stuck.
In this box, waiting to be unpacked,
Put back together.
1500 pieces, scattered, some chewed,
A few probably in the vacuum,
Engulfing us, swirling us around its insides,
Deciding if we’re worthy of its protection,
Only to be tossed aside,
Scattered, leaving us hoping,
to be put back together again,
before we’re dispersed,
packed back into a box.
We’re stuck.
Stuck accepting change,
Stuck putting life on hold,
Stuck with asthma and allergies,
Stuck with sisters chatting,
Overstepping boundaries,
The cardboard edges frayed and peeling,
Stuck keeping distance from dad,
Stuck with dogs barking at squirrels.
I’ve escaped for meer minutes,
Venturing into the woods,
Stopping by a murky lake,
The frogs chirping, hidden in the reeves.
A few pieces miraculously join,
But I'm still stuck.
In this box, waiting to be unpacked,
Put back together.
Very poignant, Meghan.
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