Guiding light
Longing to be able to speak to you
I walk in your direction,
looking at you
with my tongue glued
to the roof of my mouth
the words stuck
I hope you didn’t notice
though from your eyes,
I knew this was highly unlikely
Out of there as quickly as possible
Under a cloud of sweat and steam, I ran
Swallowing my pride, what was left of it,
exit, home to the silent whispering walls
and the still water
where light enters
in and out of view
going on, and on, and on
high up into the sky it goes
to the temptress of the shore
holding you in her gaze
out and away from the rocky shore
unto the path of peace and calm
A searchlight, guiding you on your path
earthbound for evermore
The Visit
He walks into the ward
staring
from bed to bed
stops at the elderly woman, his mother
A life lived
loves one brought
to maturity
her job done
He walks away from his mother
towards the window
towards the begging pigeons
“don't feed the pigeons,” the sign says
a woman stares into space
uneaten food on her tray
a woman – away
in her world
with huge smile
“ must be great fun
living inside her head”
he ponders.
The First Time
The first time I ever spoke my words in public
the floor didn't open or swallow me up
the listeners didn't charge dragging me off in a headlock
the first time I got to speak my words
and noticed you in the front seat staring
and all the others looking in my direction
and was surprised
what did I expect
I am on a stage alone in a silent room
saying my words speaking my truth
where do I think they are going to look
the first time I spoke my words
and could hear the words I spoke
I knew then at that moment
My words could not be changed
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