DAY
89: In Milan I had to go out in the
street,
I encountered human beings
there,
I did not want to meet them, we
looked
at one another suspiciously
over
our masks, cold eyes only
met,
connected and then disconnected
quickly
as we passed going elsewhere.
Eyes
over masks, no facial expression
to
give a clue, it could be this way
for
the rest of our lives, eyes
over
masks, a smile so hidden, maybe
a
hint in the little lines, it's hard
to
hear 'I love you' whispered under a mask,
hard
to see clearly when it brushes
your
eyelash, eyes only then
until
there's a cure, until
a
vaccine liberates our primal urge
for
connection, interaction, reciprocation
if it ever
does, until the next virus,
maybe
this is post-Aquarius, an Age
of Subtlety, of picking up on the
barely
expressed, look into my
eyes/soul, can you tell what I think
as I speak in a foreign language,
or else we judge
others by how
they
dress, I hope not, make
eye contact sustainable.
I
hope we learn to dive
into
the deep pool in
another's
eyes to swim
there
for the time of
a
glance, to understand
who
is who, who is attracted
to
you, who is true and who
wants
to cheat you, only to eat
to
beat you, to use you
I
hope we can know each other
passing
in the street
by
eyes only peeking over a mask
as
expressionlessly
we greet.
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