I Paused when I was Five

Someone made a statement: I agreed. I seldom disagree.

Such as myself: people are partial to their thoughts; and I

Sound so pessimistic; but thoughts are life; and so is pain. I

Started thinking around five: I prayed to think more; and

Mother cried: “Stop thinking!” I ignored the rant; and still

Do. That’s a secret; and we shy away. I, nonetheless,

Formed a thought: mother looked different: it was that

Room: it knew magic; for every time—a closed door—a

Sweaty face; and I paused! I was five years old—pausing.

“Go in your room: stop worrying”; but something was

Askew: a hidden jinni: a rug bedded with glass; and love

Wasn’t so square; and I knew I took kindly to—pausing.

I asked: what’s this mystery; and she kneeled down and

Confessed. I knew not the magnitude. I just paused.