Surface Calm

I’m in a place I must be quiet,

be reserved, behave.

It’s a genuine struggle, especially

some days when I want to laugh too loudly

and spin in a circle like in a meadow,

when I’d rather stare at the sky

and find us in cloud shapes

instead of endure corporate-speak

and carpeting and files.

.

Today I am purple inside and grey outside.

I avert my wild-eyes so no one notices.

I am behaving except in daydreams.