Meeting in the Hallway
You were hanging by a thread
I almost walked into you.
Those old strands of fear,
squeezed short and sharp.
Because you weren’t in a hurry,
Hung there,
eye level to me.
All legs moving slowly, seemingly separately,
or a jewel thief - mid-heist - waiting
I breathed,
mentally pulled up a chair
while you danced.
Even blew you a kiss to give you some swing.
Before you could continue your journey to the carpet,
then a postcard over the top to keep you contained
And flung you to a new stage-
outside.
Sorry for the change of plans.
Experience has taught me
should we meet again.
Having a gifted poet on staff is so much fun! These are two of our favorites by Features Editor, Barbara Barrows.