I place my hands on each side of my face,
fingers massaging my temples as if I have either
a headache or I’m in deep thought.
Truly it’s neither.
It’s more or less a defense mechanism,
a way to hide my expressions with my palms
and my tell tale sign to not bother me.
These are actually the times I don’t want to think.
The gentle movement of my fingers on each side
of my forehead takes me to my non-thinking place.
A sanctuary I do not want invaded, disrupted.
Pretense of something deep, my mind blank with peace.
@ donetta sifford 3-1-2013