Abigale Louise LeCavalier’s poem The Trail appeared here in April 2011.
Small Pieces of Paper
By Abigale Louise LeCavalier
By Abigale Louise LeCavalier
Waiting with the fever
of anticipation,
patience,
is not my strong suit.
Looking for a letter
baring a soul,
or an hourglass
wrapped in red velvet.
The initial rush
of pleasant anxious feeling,
heart pounding
like a piston,
down through the toes,
past the walls
of this tiny room.
And I’m scared.
And I’m excited.
Tearing up this poem
putting small pieces of paper
in my pocket,
hiding my eyes
from the sun,
or anyone else.
Because they’re smiling.
Maybe for the first time.
This was full of anticipation. I love the way you tied it all together.