A Die From The Dice

First day on EB

First day felt like…
A square peg in a square hole
Everything else came easy
No room for unscrupulous charade
I carved my niche, painted my spot
Impulsive never had to think
Torn mouth with an open gut
One by one i knocked their doors
Reluctantly some opened up
Others wide, others thin
But i always found a way to fit
My two left feet in every knob

From day one
I made them friends
After a while water turned red
Red thickened to a family plot
And dragged along the other goods
Today i pres the tape backwards
Didn’t hear sounds of regrets
That day was the coolest day
Others came with tint of ice
The coldness never stopped the flow
Excitement climbed up the stairs
And nothing will move it down.

Vera