Gathering
pretend belonging
watch for signs of genuine affection
play the game,
be the same,
absorbing affectations
whispered longings
Gathering
connection.
poem- headphone man May 16, 2018
Hey, headphone man
with your head cast down,
I drive past you each day as you soldier on your way,
Always in the same place, unless you are late,
or I am early.
I try to catch your eye, but you march with determination
toward your destination.
I want to share our small connection, give a wave, or smile,
but you just stare at the ground, absorbed in the sound in your head.
Hey headphone man!
Look around!
.
.
I’ve been working on this one for ages, as I do pass this guy every day on my way to work.
poem-lonely June 17, 2015
He’s in the man cave
staring at the tube
occasionally laughing
When he emerges
he ignores her as she does
her thing in
her space.
He’ll walk past and head to bed
without a word,
and she’ll watch him in the hall
wondering whether
everyone feels lonely.
