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.
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