Transfiguration: A Short Collection of Poems

Reaching

Tapping on the letter

Forming words in your hands

Hit send.

Millions of pieces

Of me and my day

And whatever food I may

Have ate

And whatever hate

I came up with

Soar in the sky

Zip through the air

Scene: Helena

A text beeps, received.

Place the pen on the pad

And let the frustration consume,

But turn the other cheek

And clean another mess

Begrudgingly taps taps back

Taps back a picture

A smile, a nice dress

Is it real?

Cunning?

Is it blank?

Does it even help?

To send away

tap tap.

Scene: York

Waiting impatiently

tap the desk

tap the feet

tearing up

but tears don't appear

no buzz, no ring

tap my phone

search for nothing

receiving end is on hold

Helena, no more hurt

No more waste

No more help

Moved forward not backward

To the real, not the surreal

She tapped out.