Rebellion

13.7.09

They picture the water, so still before they came

And imagine a tide that forms from their disruption

As they throw stones from the back of the hall.

"This is our rebellion.

We're here for all to see!"

Convinced they've made a scene,

Made a mess of those around them,

They laugh to the skies

At their strength,

Their superiority.

Oblivious, though, they are.

Nobody has noticed

Except the outsider:

Smiling quietly to himself.

"They'll learn."