i sit here
on the shelf
where you put me
in the shadows
no longer dancing
though at least
i don't have you
tugging at my strings
so i wait
wondering if the
stories i've heard
are true
that wood can become
flesh and bone
a heart can come
alive inside me
where a forgotten
toy is remembered
and suddenly is
made alive
i leap off the shelf
unstrung laughing
to dance away
on joyful dreams
Slow Mover 