shh, don’t tell
it never goes well
Most days move as they do
in the houses you pass
They work, come home
do the routine
they find their beds
Most days move as they should
but sometimes don’t
They know that they won’t
and when days fall or fly
they’ve learned what to do
what to take
who to call
and not to tell you
Everyone knows a someone
whose mind is singing
too high, too low, in too many voices
but makes an art
of finding the tune
or the harmony
You know someone
but not who,
they know not to tell you
Could you let your child be with
the mom with a mistrusted mind
although she’s been boring, normal
the doubt is seducing
you know, you know
no proof is enough
Once you know
nothing changes
and everything does
and so, they know
not to tell you