Frozen Space Country
Location
My fingers ripple oceans on the globe.
I spin across the countries, racing planes
for fun. I poke around an island, probe
Antarctica, and pop right into Spain.
Beside the globe my country hangs. I fly
into this country of a childhood
where hearts don't break and time won't slip me by...
Then looking down I see the yellow wood
and problems. Raindrops fall and freeze my dreams
and crack me. I should figure numbers, not
the stars. I shake away the radiant beams,
but crawling numbers sneak. They won't be caught
across the page; that baffling little number town.
My country floats down to the floor...and drowns.