Sometimes it flows out like
water and I have to hurry because
I do not want this sudden
moment of inspiration, these
words to be lost.
  Walking up the stairs slowly
I realize how much my skirt
is a wave. I feel so quiet.
   I feel so full.
   I feel so slow.
   Measuring my steps. Watching
the wind at the window.
   You can be a better person
than you believe is what I
wrote on the whiteboard and I
wonder and I know I am talking
to myself.
   A transcendental moment in
third period. The sudden longing
to do nothing. A feeling of escape and
silence.
   As if I could lie on the grass
and hold my breath for years.