The Play’s the Thing

The springs popped loose
And bounced on the ground.
The room came alive
With a metallic, echoing sound.

Sunlight draped the ceiling and corners,
Confirming the day’s intent.
You’d never let me go,
No matter how far I went.

A cold breeze through the screen
Tingles my skin.
Wakens my senses
To what is about to begin.

I don’t know how to process all of this.
Burning my nostrils like some sort of acid,
I run for the outdoors,
Bewildered by all that you just did.

A mystery from the moment we met,
You do what you want, each and every day.
I am merely another actor
In your sublime human play.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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