“Hear me, hear me!” all day long he cries,
soliciting thumbs-up from passerby
where the people are many
& most of them cry
just as loud — why he tries
to be heard over the crowd is beyond me,
but there’s always somebody responding.
“Here’s my story!” he yells. “Nothing to hide!
I’ll play-by-play till the day I die
& tell you so much you’ll think it’s all lies,
but I’m really this shallow, believe me —
I live just so strangers can see me!”
“Well hollered, my friend!” another replies
at the top of his lungs
from the herd’s other side.
“Isn’t it wonderful how, in our time,
we can all see each other
but never meet eyes?
We’re all the same now,
whether sighted or blind!”
There’s no message here — how could there be one?
But if you want to look for one, for fun,
look around you & wonder,
right here, on the fly,
where would you turn if you needed to cry?
Originally shared on ellenrhymes.com.