What do I see
The first time
I look into
Their eyes?
Those rare strangers
Who make me
Catch my breath
The first time we meet.
Is it a glimpse
Of recognition?
Fragments of myself,
A kindred spirit?
Or the attraction
Of opposites?
A chance to learn,
To expand my soul?
I am drawn to them
But do they see me?
Or am I just part of
The wallpaper of their life?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this Susan. Especially the use of the word 'wallpaper'. Mundane yet emotive. I'm reading all your work and so far.....I'm loving it Angela Norris