Cellophane Pieces of Life
A baby of tiniest of teeniest winds floated into the breakroom today.
She picked up three itsy bitsy cellophane pieces I had not even noticed,
And she lifted them up ever so slightly,
I watched these transparent pieces cavort in a mini-wind-circle,
It reminded me of three puppies, frolicking.
This lasted not even the teeniest bit of a second.
But this barely-even-a-breeze mama had made the lunchroom seem happier.
She gave me hope.
New energy had entered, and a sense of fun, a glad feeling.
Incessant talking was happening,
But I was no longer here, in the capacity
Of a non-listening human,
I was now a tiny bit of transparent cellophane,
Waiting for my wind-mama
To gently pick me up, and
Whirl me around.
I have never
Felt so puppy-like
As I waited.
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