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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2057850
a rock in the tide
when I was very small,
I’d crawl to Daddy’s tummy,
rest my head
against his heart—
and sleep.
we’d remain,
Daddy and baby.
suspending all squirming,
until we woke,
in the same position,
hours later—

I was the oldest.
he didn’t realize
that most babies wiggle
sleep away.

it became my armor
the concentration to read
in a crowded cafeteria
while nearly empty milk cartons
fly above me.
to let actions
wash over me.
I am not the frenetic tide
of noise and motion
crashing against the rock.
I am the rock,
shaped, but unmoved.

line count: 27

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