As I sat on the hard cement
I thought what a perfect
Solid place it would be
Safe, Sound, Secure
So I picked up a rock
And drew a circle
Around me…
I thought what a perfect
Inner sphere
I had…all mine!
No one can harm me!
As the circle was complete
I looked down at all
The cracks and crevices
Seeing ants and other insects
Bugs and spiders
Crawling in
Creeping up
Bumps and lumps
In the gravely ground
Dirt was piling around me
Rocks and wood chips
Blew in
Slivers and bruises
Scrapes and scratches
Covered my skin
It just got smaller
And smaller
I was caving in on my
Very own “perfect circle”
I couldn’t move
I froze with fear!!!
Til suddenly I felt a drop
Then slowly it began to trickle
More and more
The soft shower came
As I let the rain soak me
I realized my so called
“Perfect Circle”
Was washed away…
And then I smiled.