Tired

I’m tired.

She clung to me like I was the only raft

In the middle of the ocean.

Her only supply of water, food, security.

We were surrounded by people but

Only I existed.

To be four.

I’m tired.

He ran around the room like there was only his friend.

It was crowded and hot and full of food and drink to knock over.

“Please stop,” went unheard.

If only I existed.

To be seven.

I’m tired.

For six months my mind has been shot out of a cannon.

I’ve been working to understand.

I’m tired.

I don’t feel like doing this

I don’t feel like doing that

All I want to do is make something that is complete and whole and resonates.

Oh yeah,

4 and 7

A song is sung,

vibrating across the universe,

echoing beyond perception.

Rejoice and be glad…

You’re tired.