Someday

Daydreaming in the old man's window
Clouds slowly filling with the unspoken
Glassy eyes and fists clenched tightly
Red string woven through my veins

Life has never overflown from my body
For I am of silk, branch, crushed insects
Care has never overflown from my lips
For I am of equation, measurement, concentric circles

The old man will not let me speak
He is afraid of what I will say
Of what it will mean for him, for us, and for humanity

And you may think me hateful
For the way I stare at the uneven steps
Waiting for him to trip

No

I am simply patient

Someday, things will change