Collecting Coins
…
he waited
‘til he’d cleared
the room
the door
and was down the hall
safely down the hall
before he broke
d
o
w
n
it was too much
all too much
for 13
let alone 42
he’s counting coins
staying connected
reaching out
to repetition
the rhythm of repetition
the soothing lull
of clinking coins
he’ll never stop
counting
…
puts one
in his pocket
to keep close
just enough to touch
a two-sided-coin
there’s always two sides
he’d drop ‘em all in the fountain
if he could
if it meant
she’d come back
he looks up at the sky
wondering why …
down every road
he’ll carry the why …
when things don’t add up
and nothing makes sense
you start the count over
it’s easy to get lost
counting
…
you can lose your place
somewhere
in the beginning
in the middle
in the end
and have to start all over
again
but that’s ok
the total changes
over time
with addition and subtraction
new coins, lost coins, old coins, missing coins
silver
copper
gold
the count changes
becoming less
becoming more
keep counting kid
…
don’t ever stop
TL