I count
The books on the shelf
Pictures on the wall
Candles and lamps
Candy in the dish
Every single blind
All the outlets, too
Every hole and crack
Anything at all
To pass the time
Help me look the part
Play the role
Like I’m supposed to do
I count the steps And the pews
The ladies and gents
All the children, too
While looking straight ahead
At the preacher I can’t understand
I count the minutes on the clock
The number of reps
Those on my scale
And those that let me know
If anyone’s been reading my poems
I count the days since
The last time you came by
And i count down
To the next time
I count the kisses
Wrapped in shiney foil
Cause I always lose count
Of the kisses on my lips
I count the flowers as they bloom
But I never count the seeds
I plant
I count the boots
Laying in my closet
God alone counts the steps I’ve taken in them
I count on my friends
That count on me
I always seem to lose count
Of how much money I’ve made
But sure seems like somehow there’s always just enough
I count all my blessings
Till I fall asleep
And I just keep on counting
As if,somehow, it’ll feel like I count, too.
1 07 p.m.
3-1-17
