The Big Reveal
Are you ready for this.
Have you thought of it upon waking
every morning. What do you think
we will show you.
Is there a truck blocking it, shielding
you from seeing what is behind its flank.
And then horizontal blinds,
dangling from the telephone wires.
Two men carrying a pane of frosted glass.
What magical series of obstructions
prevents you from seeing too soon.
The scarf wrapped around your eyes.
The hands beneath the scarf.
Your eyes behind their lids.
At the moment of the big reveal,
knowledge will pour down
from the sky like light.
Remember, it will look different.
Remember, you might feel unsettled.
We’ve turned the cameras off.
You won’t want to be watched.
This is your moment.
OMG, this is the best...I have been praying for the big reveal the last few days...decisions, decisions, how can I see through my lids..tell me Hannah! xoxo
ReplyDeleteExcellent crystallization of a moment.
ReplyDeleteWhat will I get to know? I can't wait.
ReplyDeleteI am looking forward to that moment.;-)
ReplyDeletexoxo
"What magical series of obstructions
ReplyDeleteprevents you from seeing too soon.
The scarf wrapped around your eyes.
The hands beneath the scarf.
Your eyes behind their lids."
Hi Hannah,
This is another one of your wonderful poems, where the reader becomes what is happening in the poem. The series of questions works perfectly, followed by the proclamation, and the kind warnings. You capture the anticipation we didn't even know we had, and now, we want to see it, and experience that flood of knowledge.
It's the "we" that at the same time, almost makes it feel unsettling, as if we are being manipulated; adding multi-layers to the poem's effect. Without the "we" the reader could personalize and internalize, anticipating an epiphany of their own making; but this "big reveal" is an external event.
Once again, wow!