Green Peas at Stake

Hmmmm… (Dew Drop 6) April 6

Hmmmm…

What was it like
when I saw the first light…
the first light coming in from
the afternoon sun on faces,
smiles, tears, beds, chairs, sky,
cats, cigarettes, puddles,
my own hands and toes,
a crack on the wall,
an ant hanging on to the curtain
that boogied with the wind?

Then, when the hush of the evening
dropped in, did I think
the darkness blew away
the sights and the sounds?
Was it then when I fell in love
with words and fiction
people uttered, ignoring
what I could hear?

After all the years, after
my majestic performance
when I take a bow and
the real darkness tumbles down,
will it be the words
I’ll miss the most,
all because I was never
too fond of reason?