Today I read something so beautiful, so complex, so wonderfully worded, so far above my own writing style that I humbly smiled. Wisdom in words. Feelings between the lines.
Tag: <span>poetry</span>
Shadow People
Day in, day out,
unnoticed,
doing their job.
Forties in their faces,
the sixties on necks and hands.
Implants in chins and cheeks
-all four cheeks, of course
even the hidden ones
because it all matters.
A house shoe ran by me;
it had a puppy attached.
I wasn’t fast enough,
or perhaps I took my time,
after all, it wasn’t my shoe.
I watch more TV or
lose myself in a screen,
far away from real life
and authentic people.
These eyes
The trust, the love, the bond—
so fresh, so fragile,
so strong already.
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.”
I stayed behind with our dogs for a couple of days, a decision my husband and I had made together, while my husband hoped for a miracle five hundred miles away.
