Friday, August 12, 2011
Tight Places -- Poetry 2011
Uncomfortable squished in the space behind
the seats, speeding up highway to Cape Cod.
Mickey, my high school best friend, was too
large to squeeze into the Triumph’s excuse
for storage; my legs and bottom were asleep.
Numb with formidable pressure of the confined
space; engine's whine filled the space making
conversation impossible too...
four hours later, I attempted to unfold myself
from the womb less prenatal position.
Leg muscles twitched and shook barely
allowing feet to find comfort on ground.
Terrae firma so welcome after steel and
leather encasement ceased encroaching
on my petite form struggling to straighten up.
Certainly the butt of many jokes that evening
as we sat around the kitchen table eating,
playing board games, drinking tea before bed.
Certainly one of the tightest places I'd been so far;
in college I was crammed into a hall locker;
I hid in a closet or two; was wedged into a kayak
but those are other stories...