The Watcher
I'm watching you
your eyes
your smile
or lack thereof
An old table radio
waiting to be tuned in
calibrate me
to your signal
Your body movement
head bob
tone
silence
No phone calls
no e-mails
can't see your face
to know how to react
Do lids rising
mean disapproval
are eyes darting
to get away
Watching and waiting
waiting and watching
watching
waiting
I'm who I think
you want me to be
not who I am
I am the watcher
1 comment:
I love tis line "calibrate me/ to your signal". This poem makes me think of R. D. Lang's book of mental gymnastic poems, Knots. Do you know it? Look forward to seeing you tonight. Roger
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