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 then, are brain cells
connected
this way down and 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 dreamt.
*(revised, June 2013)
