This is How I Know

When thoughts tip-toe,

leap,

tango

in an ever-continuing fashion 

like the second hand on your grandpa's favorite watch;

the whole time eyes crinkled 

with a smile from there to Texas.

When running around endlessly can't use up

all the damn energy a pounding heart creates

 (Can it be saved in pickle jars like pennies or buttons?)

and the dog knows you've gone insane.

When words spill hopelessly all over his new shoes

But the infamous trio can't hopscotch across your tastebuds yet 

even though 

this is how I know

Reviews

[brigid]

wow..i love this poem..had to read it out loud several times..love the way it sounds, the words and the imagery..i soooo related to it. well done...thanks