-look at me-

look at me.

It’s what I want.
It's what most of us want,
lest we take our goods
to unpopulated rooms
leaving them to themselves.

I’ve been released,–– the official papers
drawn and signed by the principals. 

I’m now within reach of a permanent territory,
a geography of my choosing at the junction of two rivers.

I've learned a lot from the goings on of my early life.

polio once trotted by me without so much as a glance.

I wanted to "look"––

now I want to "talk".
the transition was remarkably easy,
pulled-off without a hitch.

so, as it is now, not much distracts me––

not television nor bombings nor cellphones

clinking J.S.Bach jingles searching for me.

searching “FOR ME"!

look at me.

who knows what's left to be resolved?

and who knows?–– eventually,
we all just might come our senses.