upon being awakened by the sound of a fly buzzing,
trapped, I could only suppose, behind the blinds
I began to wonder
it didn’t sound frightened or scared,
just the persistent buzzing
much like a bee as it goes about its business
humming, happily oblivious
or not, I guess,
to all that is happening around it
and I wondered how many times
I mistake the words coming from a person
sitting right next to me
as meaning she is okay–
hearing what she says but not really listening
and realizing
she too is trapped behind the blinds
or the masks
or the circumstances that have her feeling afraid,
lost,
with nowhere to turn
such that she just continues to buzz
hoping that someone will hear
and understand her cries for help
and set her free
I Might Need A Nap 