Sometimes I am Bored
and My Imagination Gets Ahead Of
Something shiny has pulled my attention away and
I must go investigate what is more interesting than what
runs ahead of my chubby fingers and my
Clumsy fingers motion and second an immediate break.
Sometimes my imagination runs ahead of me and
like a toddler in a marathon
And like a toddler bumping along a racing track
my fingers struggle to keep up and like toddlers
fall short of the mark
fingers running struggle to keep up with sometimes
This lovely little poem was born in Wildfire Writing class last month at the Camas library. Thank you, Jill!