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.