The Tick

The Tick

By Bahr

The corner, the carpet, the crevice over there,

all distractions to be stored elsewhere 

a slight delay in sound, the shuffle of feet, all so little, all so discreet.

A rapid cascade filled to the brim of thought 

thoughts  are a tick pressed against one’s head,

feeding off learned patterns.

They curdle and cajole all feeling into sets of words

For others to perfect and mold.