Ready

It’s all in the lines.
Skips, jumps, hills and mountains.
Nothing.
Everything.
Waves, even and steady.
Your breathing,
not your brain.

And my heart
it falls.
My lungs
lose air.
Frozen. Terrified. Ready.
Ready???
There is no such thing.
I fail you.
I’m not strong enough.
Crashing, reeling.
My emotions,
not the waves,
not you.

You are still sleeping,
Peaceful.
Ready.

 

copyright 2014: Carrie Mamantov, The Rugrat Project