H OURS

Written by: Cyndi MacMillan


(H) OURS 

It’s 10

She spins on her futon, dreaming
arms spread,  fingers         fishfishfishing  for me       


but I’m not                             there


those legs are at 5 and 7    tw    tw    twitching 


She’s been asleep since 8
But will awake at 11
then again at 

    2


My daughter

              3

                  moving 
 
                         clockwise,

                                following

                                       her future, 
            
                                             punctually, soon she’ll be


                                            4


                                                attending class,

                                                     raise your hand,
 
                                                          trace the letter, do it better
                                                 
                                                                  Miss, recess, bell,

                                                                      Sweetheart, don’t slam the     door
                        

                                                                                                         9 

                                                                                      will come up suddenly
                                                                                      leave me missing 

                                                                         6
                                                              tooth fairy, 
                                                  sleep overs, yes, sure
       no no                       why,    please, just a few more,
                make believe,                              four leaf clovers...

                                                                                               ... then at 

                                                                                                                     12

                                                                                            after an argument
                                                                                   about friends, stupid rules
                                                                                          she’ll yell, I hate you
                                                                                       that I’m too calculating
                                                                                                          old, cruel

But tonight
I am the wanted

    1


and so I hold her close
sooth a brow
kiss her frown, sweetly we spoon
then wisely I'll dismiss the knowing moon








*I really don't know what to call this... is there a form called weird experimental? LOL. I am not sure if this communicates what I see/feel... all comments welcome! FIRE IN THE HOLE! LOL!