Tuesday, January 29, 2013

You’d Think You’d Find It





Why is it so hard to read a mind?
You’d think you’d find it in expression –
the tremor of obsession in a wary blink;

the glaze of an immobile stare –
the glare of a determined impassivity –
repression of some hot internal blare

of terror, rage or sexual fixation;
the heavy-lidded daze and slow predation
of ennui. So much should be obvious

in you and  me – strangenesses we fear,
plenitudes for which we long. Strange
we almost always get it wrong.









.

No comments: