Familiar
I know you,
I want to know you.
I recognize you,
your mannerisms comfort
me. We must already
know one another, for I
expect the skin
on your face to behave
as it does, your
vocal cords to resonate
like they do,
as cables stretched by
an elevator’s
weight. See how we are
each other’s
authors. As choreographers
create on a dancer,
I observe your musculature
and movement
to show you what I see in you.
Each other's authors... so very true. Gradually rewriting each other's existences, making it better by the very fact of being there.
ReplyDeleteObserving, reflecting. Yes.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get these pictures?
ReplyDeleteThe world thinks writers hate and fear each other (probably out of jealousy). This intelligent poem reveals the secret: writers genuinely like other writers.
The juxtaposition of the picture adds a spookier vibe, and I can't help thinking of The Golden Compass.