two

 

in the country i can still run   run away

run for distraction   today i saw a man in a truck

parked by the side of the road

 

an old truck   from the nineteen fifties   i think

all brown rust and heavy metal

and thick glass   he wasn't doing anything

 

just parked   i ran by with a little wave

ready to run like hell if need be

he   in turn   raised his hand as if to wave   but that was all

 

just the gesture of raising his hand   

just enough to make a connection between two strangers

with no shared history   no past or future 

 

just enough to say we are humans in a troubling time

i mean you no harm   we share the dharma

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-28 at 03:15

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Hello one trick pony,

Small gestures with mighty benefits. Humanity waving from a rusty old jalopy - perfect in all. I have very much enjoyed your poem, truly. Well done indeed.

Kind regards, Tony.

P.S. Thank you very much for your welcome.
2020-03-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.
2020-03-28


bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem makes more sense when the world is distancing itself and shutting down. Like you wrote, sometimes even a small gesture--the raising of hand--can act as an impetus for human connection, the sharing of dharma.
2020-03-28