So long I have been carrying myself <br />Carefully, carefully, like a small child <br />With too much water in a real glass <br />Clasped in two hands, across a space as vast <br />As living rooms, while gazes watch the waves <br />That start to rile the little inland sea <br />And slap against its cliffs' transparency, <br />Revise and meet, double their amplitude, <br />Harmonizing doubt from many ifs. <br />Distant frowns like clouds begin to brood. <br />Soon there is overbrimming. Soon the child <br />Looks up to find a face to match the scolding, <br />And just as he does, the vessel he was holding <br />Is almost set down safely on the bookshelf.<br /><br />Alicia Elsbeth Stallings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/containment-4/
