Rocket Fuel
My friend
Is very quiet
As a child he talked
A lot
Car trip to grandma’s
His 5 year old mind liked to think
Out loud
Mama said, “Be quiet!”
Words = energy
Mama said, “Be quiet or I will put you out of the car!”
Contained thoughts burned his insides
Like fuel
There was no countdown
The rocket fuel was just too strong he reckons
Car stops
Mama takes him out
Dust settles
No traffic
Alone
Roadside bushes befriend him
My friend took apart his rocket
Buried the pieces
Swallowed the fuel
After forever, Mama returned
Grandma visited
Let the fuel flow
I will listen
Valuable words
One of a kind thoughts
Beautiful feelings
Let that old fuel out
Re-fuel regularly