Watching me,
like a distant parent,
maybe not blood,
but maybe something more.
We were something
before blood,
weren’t we?
We were light,
we were dust,
we were energy.
How might you
understand me?
How might you
light my way?
I am aware of you,
but I have never
needed you,
and so I slip
into ignorance.
I dreamed,
when I was a child,
that I had captured you
and begged you of your secrets.
You never spoke,
just that strange,
sideways smile,
before you disappeared
behind forever.
I watch you watching me,
wondering if you
are truly imbued
with all the magic
that the stories give you.
On the days
when the clouds
hide your face,
I wonder if you
are missing the view?
Do you know me
in my soul?
Is your stony face
a place of secrets?
Some say that you are not real
and that we haven’t really
seen you at all.
Such a disappointment
it must be,
to see
and not believe.
Satellite,
or bloodline?
Light shines on me
and I am mesmerized
by you.
HG – 2021
