This Is The Way It Works

When I ride the bus

or I am out walking my dog

when I’m on the train

and going no where

in particular at all

I like to watch people

I like to take their faces into my head

inch by inch

in small

and delicate

bites.

 

I can take my time

because they are on their phones

trapped in a screen

unable to look up and away

I can steal their expressions, collect their hands, shoulders, their eyes

put them in my memory to be devoured

at a later time

in

a story or a poem .

When I am out

loose and invisible in a sleeping world

I feel like a gargoyle

on a wall.

 

Look.

Up.

Here I am.

Hello.

Shall we begin….

with

Once upon a time.

The Blank Tombstone

 

Vilhelm Hammershøi,

What do you do

when all you know

when all you’ve been told

in every word, every touch, every look

you have gotten

is how good for nothing you are?

 

Fight? Scream? Prove the world wrong?

I am struggling with that

in my head.

 

I never look up anymore.

 

I think that when I die

my tombstone

will be

blank.

No Plans. None.

I know I should be growing my blog and promoting it more,

but all I want to do is write.

Grrrrr. Do I have to do both?