When I am standing

When I am standing
With firm footing
Observing with eagle eyes
I feel the string collapse inside of me

And everyone looks
in my direction
I think

How calm you are
for a mad girl
How composed
Such poise, such demeanor

Carrying some blocks
On your shoulder
Rushing off somewhere smart
Somewhere important

When always
I am being carried
in your direction
by some knowing wave

Through some long
bright hallway
Brushing up against the wall

Excuse me please
I need to get back
Only to find that the hall has no end
On either side

And if I look back
You might disappear