12.15 pm and I’m tapping my legs
I’m craving activity
Energy, action, excitement
But I’m trapped here, having a lesson
Anything but this.
I thought of the ‘one eighties’ back in Brisbane.
Spinning 180, 270, 360 until you reach the top.
Just spinning
You could go horizontal but that is slow.
You could go zig-zag,
where you are fast and efficient.
I reach the top, my fingers grip
over the dusty edge
Climbing up on to the roof
I feel invisible
no-one ever looks up
I feel unknown.
Michael Yr 12 2019