QueenBee

He raises his hands,

And as our cue,

We begin our dance -

Instruments,

Communicating,

It's like we can talk to each other

Through the song.

He claps his hands twice -

I feel the drumbeat.

I feel the pulse of the music,

Reverberating around my ears and brain,

Twisting into my heart.

I feel the bassline

With each hit of the sound

Pulsating your energy around you

Two days

Was all it took.

A day of rehearsals;

Discussing, analyzing, perfecting -

And then the day

We performed.

The day that changed everything.

I gave myself to the notes on the page,

To the trees, 

Your green crowns standing proudly against the sky;

To the trees,

Trunks twisting every which way

Rooted firmly to the earth

With your crests in the clouds.

To the trees,

Where are you going to be

When I need you?

Are you going to stand there

And take it?

Are you going to

Share the load?

Are you going to have my back

When I'm anything but perfect?

Today

We had P.E.

I do not mind P.E. -

I do not care -

I can play sports like any teenager

If not a little better.

There would have been no problem

Except

You had to create one, didn't you?