I used to be the most hysterical person
worrying about time
always afraid of being late
missing things
had to be first
terrified that I'd miss a bus
I know what traumatized me
was late to various things
like most days of the first grade
for reasons
not under my control
so as I got older
being responsible
equalled
being on time
but I took it
past hysteria
driving everyone
nuts
a few years ago
I think after I had been run over
by a terrorist
time
and fate
sat more easily
I finally realized
that I didn't have control
and couldn't have control
I remember once
running across a road
back and forth
trying to find a taxi
so I could catch a bus
frenzied
couldn't even remember which way
then
suddenly
caught myself
deep breath
no taxi would stop
for a crazed woman
stopped moving
just waited
and
taxi arrived
tonight
parents meeting at work
it was getting late
no way of getting home
last parents left
packed my stuff
turned off
the heater, the light
full hands
managed to lock the door
then
another father
so I told him to bring
his wife
to the teachers room
we'd speak there
rather than reopen
told them
not to worry
about the time
if I were to rush
I'd wait a long time
waiting for a ride
so rexaxed
we spoke
then to the deserted bus/ride stop
rides came easily
just like I needed
Thank G-d
good night
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