R Martin Basden gives us something to think about.
A Likeness
By R Martin Basden
From a distance
I am the familiar stranger
often seen at this crossroads
holding a scribbled sign
you cannot read
you need not read
to understand
Close your window when I approach
check the doors locked
shuffle the contents of your bag
as though something important
requires your immediate attention
and don’t look up
until I’m gone
that you might escape
the fear that you and I
tread bare the same pathway
Bravo, Marty.
YES!!! to this fantastic poem and to the poet! How did you know my actions and read my mind at times like these? Do you suppose the ‘sign holder’ also knows? I’m almost sure he does. Will I remember the poem, “A Likeness” the next time this happens? YES!!!
Thanks for sharing, Marty.