Sound Poem

The Gift

Fingers shuffled - hunting for a rigid upheaval.

They shimmy over the shiny wrapping. Shaking

the perfectly lined contours of the package. The

precision is shocking: sharply tracing the harsh

corners of the gift. This mystery – sheathed in

shine – lies low, as if awaiting instruction. The

notion of what’s inside is healthily insured. All

rationale is tossed aside. Fingers remain still –

Attracting less attention; Their prey is standing

In front of them. The shaky edges of the tape

Shamelessly rats them out. They attack. Torn

Off, shattered and shredded.

This gift wrap is tossed

Aside to rest shamefully

Beside Rationale.

A shuffle of colors crumpled

Into a motionless ball. And

The gift is placed

On the high and mighty, shiny shelf.

© March 2012