morning reflection
Posted to Action Poetry
by in_extremis on 2003-04-03 09:37:00
i thought: it could be ice
and that person trapped
can't see me
because his blood is frozen.
or he might have forgotten
how to recognize things
and lost all of their names.
he might have just woken
from fitful sleep
because surely he wasn't there
a second ago.
there was fatigue
and the gray of worn stone
in those eyes
and signs
of a kingdom lost.
i wondered if he was certain
[as i am now]
that he used to know
something more
about the other boy in the room.
