Apr 10, 2015 Original Poetry
Waiting to be Found
©April 10, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
I see you, intent, focused
On shadows and light,
And I see your eyes move
As you follow fantasies
On flat, hollow surfaces,
Made and sold everywhere
For you.
And I wish I could
Blow away the cobwebs
In your mind
And open windows
And fling open doors
And sweep out the floors
For you!
I feel for you,
Ensconced in darkness
Playing with shadows,
Imagining you’re happy
With games and candy,
Perhaps thinking
What’s out there?
Out there are stars,
And sky, and clouds
And birds, and trees
And flowers and bees,
Waiting to be found.
And angles and angels,
Archetypes and archangels
And anarchy and autarchy
And humanity and divinity
Waiting to be found.
And songs and poems,
And inventions and theories
Dreams and prophesies,
And a wildly spinning earth,
All waiting to be found.
One day, there will be you,
Held aloft by loose string,
Looking for all of this,
For a way out of all that,
Waiting.