Waiting for... Part 2

Sitting in the park
Everything is muffled
I can tell they are yelling
Or the boy on the merry-go-round
is screaming
On the that the powdered face
is making the baby
cry out of fear
I laugh probably out loud
when I read the lips
in school teacher say
have a moment of silence
I laugh ha, ha
out loud
Then cover my mouth
out comes no noise
I wait
and I wait
waiting for sounds

Waiting for...

I hear with my ears
I feel with my hands
I can hear the foot steps
creeping above me
I can feel the room shaking
beneath my feet
I don't want to trip
stumble or fall
So I sit waiting for help
As I sit I wait, thinking
pondering what I like to be
A cat or a bird
I no longer would like to be
a bat
Hearing with only ears
Touching with only hands
Smelling different aromas
Tasting unidentified objects
I'm still listening
waiting for extra eyes
I'm waiting
waiting
waiting for my eyes

Yet Another Day

From the fog

to the dew

that makes the morning glossy

Waking up to the sun

A yawn so deep

and their trees in the woods are mossy

The birds fly high

In a gang

they sing to those who have not yet woken

The kettle is hot

In screams from down the hall

Happy for the tea, yet my smile is broken

When I finally rise

walk out the door

and begin looking for a new discovery

I don't think of today

nor tomorrow

Just the thought of quick recovery