Has it really been four weeks
and I have had nothing to say?
Surely there has been more to do
and more time filled with play.
Where, oh where, did four weeks go?
Perhaps it's because I stubbed my toe.
Surely there are brain cells connected
all the way from there to my feet.
Isn't that how the song is metered?
From verse to verse, ankle and shin do meet?
Alas, I have no answers
and still I sit
longing to ponder
what no one else has dreamt.
*2012 december
