Overtime

It looks like we are going into overtime, folks.

During regulation, the game was played without fear or
hesitation. Both teams fought, blocked, ran, stole, and shot
lights out. Fans almost had to get their lighters out.
Empty the gas tank and tie those shoes tight. One ship
will sink. One team will win, right? One team will take
flight straight to Disneyland, and the other will go home
with a fine-tooth comb: looking for what went wrong.
After all four quarters, overtime is a tall order. After long,
the game was stopped after one coach threw a chair.
The other coach pulled the ref’s hair. 50-50 with 50 seconds
left in overtime lit on the sign. The game was delayed,
and no fans stayed. Anyway, both teams left the building
before overtime was finished. No one won, but it is fine;
only some of us are lucky enough to live and see overtime.


The Sky Might Fall

If the sky falls, can I catch
bits and pieces of the sky
crashing my way? The sky
might fall and I will not
be outside to see it happen.
Some will be laughing.
Some will be crying.
I’ll be doing both of those.
There’s no way to follow
rules when the sky decides
it’s time. I will not know
when it will fall; that’s fine
by me. For now, I continue
to see a blue sky above me.

In the Mirror

I see myself
looking for help.
I see me wanting
to be free. I stand
before a revolving
door. I see me
trying to become
something new.
I see myself change
in real-time. I see
me – in the mirror –
facing my fear
and being fine.