In the silence
of a large group
gone quiet
we linger here
unknown and
unknowing, our
fingers grasping
at the edges of
things as we
move in darkness
space grows great
between us, like
the uninitiated man's
vision of another
land, far across
seas that he cannot
conceive crossing
and all small noises
all movements and
cleared throats,
all hesitant tapping
of a nervous and
itchy foot is like
thunder and marching
band music here
our spirits stifled
by what we have known
and all we have yet
to learn
and we are alone
together
Patrick M. Tracy
6/22/12
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2 comments:
Your thoughts and skill continue to delight me. M
Awesome poem, well done, Pat.
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