Stretched to the Limit

Photo by Andres Siimon on Unsplash

I saw this green rubber band
Stretched taut across a huge package
Nothing fancy, a slice of pumpkin
Covered in a newspaper

The rubber band had a huge responsibility
And I think it knew
For it stayed stretched for two whole days
No complaints and no threats of falling apart

And then it was plucked out
For the pumpkin’s time had come
The rubber band lay on the counter
Its job had been done

It lay there for a bit, misshapen and forlorn
And then seemed to come alive, almost like a live worm
It ‘unstretched’ itself in phases, bounced back
And soon, it was good as new, ready to stretch again.