To carry a thought,
As I, who hears their song,
Was created.
I leap into their heads as they
Jump onto the grass,
To see, know, experience
What they are.
They are a part of me now
As my spirit grows
To oversee the neighborhood
Like an electric bulb
With thoughts of love brought from the moon
And Jupiter,
The languid palms, the cool August laughter
Next to beach fires.
But there is a voice with a cry
That echoes and recoils,
For it denies what I know
And who I am,
And I want to cup my ears in disbelief
With my hands,
For the alien has gotten in
And I am lonely
Again, smaller than the eyes in
Darkness hiding
From a world that only turns at a distance,
Impossible to understand.
