I’m Still Here
I wonder sometimes when people glance,
if the resonate nature of being human
lasts beyond a moment,
just past the time it takes to see
whatever it is they need in their own lives
to respond accordingly.
I took a walk in early morning chill,
strolled past frosted windows,
ice sculptures lit with calendars,
made from ice cream tubs
consumed and cleaned and saved
for holiday accent the neighbors might see.
I wander through the world with certainty
brings me to my destination,
like a Simon and Garfunkel melody,
I seem to realize the world around me,
except to suggest any confidence
in anyone ever understanding me.
We all have secrets, paths, ambitions,
though seldom are we told,
to share our deepest plans with the person
just nearby without a care,
instead we keep the door open
to a new voice, perhaps the one that matters.
I have to step gingerly through my day
sometimes, in order to avoid the reckoning,
that part of me that defines my love.
Based on the neighborhood and quiet walks,
the eyes suggest so much otherwise,
that when I think of her I cry.
I always do look for those eyes that help guide me,
the ones that hold my soul wherever I may go.