Am I?

 
the tail on the comet, the bang on
the firework, the whirl on the
Ferris wheel and the excitement
brewing the last day of school…

Zing flash with another, when
my words rattle in silver, zipping
in the pinball chatter.
I can do that at times.

The coin flips
upwards
shiny.

Downwards, now tarnished, it lands
and rolls to the nothing space of carpet
between armchair and window.

My oxygen clock ticks and
I breathe in quiet and exhale
stillness.


… nothing …


thoughts …


until
I find the phone in my hand
and the flares are lit —
ready to reconnect.







Entry in the "Introvert or extrovert?" competition.