Fasting
Fasting,
holding steadfast from it,
that big thing
that calls itself "should,"
feeding the spirit,
vacating the playground
where the riotous children of wild thoughts play,
those unruly hellions that break sound barriers
with their echoing rants of
"Do!"
"Be like us!"
I'm riding on the smooth back of a silky terrain
that lies only within,
where those children are banned just for today.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2017
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