Small Reach
A poem that is hopeful for the future.
Eyes open wide, he looks up at her face. Smiles for a
second and the world stops and lets the mobile continue to
spin.
Wrapped in a cloth as soft as the last baby, this baby
knows nothing about the blaring sun that
stuns him when he goes outside for the
first time, nor does he know what hunger feels like, subjecting
him to stares of concern and life and annoyance and breath taken still.
Eyes open wide, he stares at the blob that is her face, unmoving
as the background sounds try to distract him.
And they can't and they won't distract him. They can't and they won't
deter him. And they can't and they won't discourage him.
And they can't and they won't and they can't and they won't cause
he won't even know what those words mean for another two years,
because he can't and he won't.
A noise escapes his lips and the blob comes closer. The blob comes
closer. The blob comes. The blob is there.
A warm kiss on the cheek gives him a feeling that he can't yet describe,
but will later feel when he takes the girl he likes to the prom,
when he gets that promotion at work, when he takes the blob's place.
Eyes open wide, he looks up at her face. The world continues as
he looks into tomorrow.
About the Creator
Klyde Khalil Walker
I am an author/freelance writer out of western Massachusetts that enjoys writing poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. Hope you enjoy my work! :)
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