I'm choosing today
to stage my rebellion
not in chaos or calamity,
but in the mundane.

I count nickels, quarters,
dimes and pennies.
There are so many pennies,
but time;
is there time?

Yes! "Yes there is time!"
you say emphatically.
And for the first time in my life
I don't quite know what that means.

And yet at once
I'm comforted in your soothing and direct words
and in the knowledge
that not all ropes and bungees
are impenetrable.