by John P. Kristofco
…lives apart,
among us like the silence we all hear,
implore, avoid,
the face we never see on sidewalks,
on a thousand mile hill;
…cannot walk in worlds he does not know,
except for words he’s taken up like stones
to build a wall, a dream,
virtues, vices, vanities,
people to embrace, to hate;
…turns away, embarrassed by the light,
shades his eyes in daytime,
looks into the glass at night
and fears for line and shadow,
the vigor of his soul;
…and searches for a peace with life,
faith in something he can trust,
seeking spheres with gossamer,
he finds a home in all of us
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing