Dec 08 2006
So Close, So Faraway
I look to see again
Because I want to see that shooter’s face.
I want to ask to whom that hand belongs
Because it’s hidden from my gaze.
It’s all in the dark.
Everything in the hungering dark.
I beg & I plead
For that face to come into view.
Yet, even though there isn’t much light by which I can see,
I know the hand is still right there.
It’s all in the dark.
Everything in the hungering dark.
That hand reaches out for me once more,
Implicitly asking for mine in return,
But using not a single word or sigh.
But what do I do?
Do you want to know what I decide to do?
I reach up and knock that hand off to the side!
It’s all in the dark.
Everything in the hungering dark.
And that contact, the merest human contact,
It feels so very good, that smack.
But it feels even better to shun that help,
The hand that refuses to define itself.
It’s all in the dark.
Everything in the hungering dark.
But when I look to see again,
When I begin to wonder what then.
The hand, it has returned.
That hand has returned!
APN.
Copyright 10/15/2006
