and yet you are
so i kept typing.
the little words, fighting like maniacs to escape
my overfull but still reluctant mind
kept leaping off the page and into darkness,
even before i pressed the "backspace" key.
they disappeared.
one day they’ll return, i said,
when they get hungry and don’t know where else to go.
i said this to myself,
because the words were already gone.
i strummed the keys with my fingers,
as if the rhythmic sound would call them back,
like a primitive drum,
summoning its fierce and fiercely loyal warriors;
but there was no response.
i waited.
maybe i’m too impatient, i said
(to myself again, of course).
i listened.
their whispers, the rustling of unwritten pages,
came faintly to my straining ears.
i typed some more -
still nothing. i sighed,
hoping they would sense my loneliness.
don’t be silly, i said to myself.
you’re not alone….
and then…
they sprang onto the empty space,
crowding over themselves,
lining up,
busy little black ants made all of legs -
they laughed at me,
saying without a sound,
"and yet you are."
I thought I made a comment on this beofre. I like it.
Comment by Kylene — November 8, 2006 @ 9:18 am