A Poem

Sister, this is the poem that I was writing parts of today as we were drinking tea. I'm sorry-bells that it interrupted our tea-time...

Tomorrow is the day I will be doing everything that must be done. There isn't so much really... Tomorrow I will be a soldier.

Ten weeks and I will be done with high school!!

Father tells me we have lots of work to do this summer. I don't want to learn to drive or take classes at PJC. I hate PJC. Sorry Pyro...

But I will. I shouldn't complain. It isn't so much to doodle. Anyway... this is the poem:

Visitors

I wanted to escape from the World,
To sojourn,
Under a pile of blankets...

But this takes time,
Because the World is wide,
Wide enough to knock
On all your doors and
tap,
tap,
tap,
On all your windows,
At once,
And the World never sleeps,
And has the most persistent fingers.

I had something to say,
Something special,
But now I've forgotten,
I suppose because,
My head is filled with this constant banging sound,
An ever-present,
Slam and pound,
I suppose because,
The World won't stop knocking.

As the World raps on the door,
With his timeless knuckles,
Courteous Opportunity drops by,
With a shy hello,

"Good morning!"

"Good day,"

"Good evening,"

Opportunity,
With her gentle greetings,
And softest salutations,
Strolls by,
To lightly knock,

"And again,
Hello,
I'll be here when you need me,"

And the World throws rocks,
At the window by my bed,
And I so dread the sound,
That I bury my head
in disconsolate pillows,
And never hear the quiet, humble knock,
Of Opportunity at my door.


"Excuse me,
Dear Tracey,
Are you home in there?
It's Opportunity again,
I just thought I'd drop by..."


Please,
Forgive me, Opportunity,
I failed to hear your sweet little voice,
For I've buried my head,
Please,
Do stick around,
Until I find the courage,
To uncover it again.

And thank you,
Thank you so much,
For your gentle knocking.