"kniting" poems
I want to see what I can’t see
I want to have what I can’t have
I want to touch what I can’t reach
I want to hold what’s beside me
Looking at the people on the sreet
Thier faces and outfits
What are they wondering?
Do they listen?
When the fabric tells a story
Are dreams realities?
Or some greek tragities?
I saw smoke coming out of a building
Fire burning down the roads
People screaming
Shouting and pushing
Mama! help me!
The spider is kniting a nightmare
Everybody on this streer is tapping on this giant web
String to string, connecting
From the distance
I realize I'm not one of them
I’m alone
I never wanted to be the spider
And still I wonder
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC