As a child I had a way of thinking
Life would look like spider webs
I saw in boathouses when nothing
Seemed to matter and I fought off naps.
I thought I might miss something…oh
I don’t know…a sliver I might want or need
Because I loved to watch the tweezers.
I thought correctly then:
I was put here not to do anything
But walk through fire or on water because
I had just done that
Though I couldn’t say how.