Sugar High

Giddy giggling,
near obscene reaction
to the events at hand.

We are lost.
GPS guides us home,
not without amusement.

"We are the arrow."
"We are Pac Man!
...walking backwards..."
"Moon walking!"
"Wakka wakka wakka"
"Wah-Keehee!"

Dead silence.

Pac Man has no hands,
no arms,
I am told.

Backwards munching,
our marker continues,
green lights feeding our play.

"We have it wrong."

Do we?
My curiosity is piqued again.

"Backwards walking,
we are playing in reverse!"
"We must rewind!"
"Akkaw Akkaw Akkaw"


If any others saw us
at the red light we approached,
they would swear we were high.

Maybe they would be right:
We were two long-time girlfriends
riding a sugar high.