Hoping for a Breath

Donʼt unsettle him,

The boy sitting so still.

He grasps horses in his veins,

And tries to restore the clockwork,

That is his heart.

Donʼt be fooled by the calm,

It glosses over his eyes.

His mind is a racing wonder,

And his thoughts are little toddlers,

Wrecking havoc in his mind.

Washed in the static of those heedless thoughts.

He sits there and only hopes for a breath

To clear the ice jolted in his chest.