A sideways glance, a furtive look perhaps accompanying an imagined smile
I sit, waiting for no one and thinking of anyone. Anyone that would notice me.
Notice me in the way you notice a rainbow, with wonder and a catching of breath.
A breath taken away, then given back when the mind admits that wonder is reality.
I sit, and pretend to read, pretend to disappear amidst the crowd.
What a curious sight I must be, wanting to be noticed and trying hard to not to be.
To be that One would be grand, even for a moment.
I sit, mind swimming with possibility, heart caught up in the fantasy of a thought.
A thought that buries itself deep, deep in my body never wanting to let go.
I keep it there, feed it, nurture it and take it with me like a long time companion.
My passenger in the dark, my companion in the cold.
I sit and wait for life to find me again, to awaken me from this nightmare.
I sit...and wait.
YOU ARE READING
Color - a book of poems
PoetryA series of poems, written at the spur of the moment. Not much thought but a lot of feeling goes in to writing these so take them for what they are.
