Words

We catch words in the air
Run jump toss our veins to the side
They are there for the taking
We keep score in the darkness
We create a mass of muscles
Taut and dangerous
Impossible to balance
We make a frantic dash to the points
Hang like boys from the tree
Glancing down
Quietly laughing
Alice melts the ends of the rope
Creates a little swing
She will stay there for hours
Lost in the here and now
No match for Rabbits disappearing tail
It's like we're in a tank she squeals
We can look out but no one can look in
I gather our thoughts on scraps of paper
Hope for a sign
Something to say.