“Just because a
door appears closed it does not mean that it is locked - nor that it will not
open with the right heart, call or touch” - Rasheed Ogunlaru
The Midweek
Motif for Poets United this week is “Openness”. My contribution below:
You Read me Like an Open Book
“You read me
like an open book,” she said,
“And always know
what to do and what to say to me.
Why cannot you
be the same,
Why must I
always guess (and always wrongly!)
Of what you hide
deep in your heart?”
I smile (and I
do enigmatic well), and reply:
“My dear, were I
too like an open book,
How boring we
two would be,
Going around
reading each other
And bumping into
trees and poles and such?”
She looks
puzzled and frowns –
“But it’s so
frustrating, all this guessing,
This suspense,
this uncertainty!
You are shut up
like a clam
And I never know
what pleases you…”
I open up my
hand and on my outstretched palm
There is a
verdant oasis of palm trees
And sweet,
inviting water;
I open my arms
and there is a peaceful place,
Disarmed,
serene, eirenic.
“Come,” I say,
“I am accessible,
Just don’t read
me, simply feel,
Listen to my
constant heartbeat
And let your
fingers perceive the braille of my skin
That spells out
my love more eloquently than printed words.”
She touches me
and divines my meaning,
Wordlessly and
so divinely quiet;
And she rightly
guesses this time
My hidden meanings
and understands
That for so long
I have been staring at her open book
With the
unseeing eyes of an illiterate.
This post is part of the ABC Wednesday meme.