The Superman Poem by Cheryl Jacob

The Superman



Once a long time ago
I saw a man at one St Cloud's crossroads,
Near the Mississippi,
Standing on one foot with a hand in front,
Reaching for the sky,
Dressed in Superman’s clothes.
People said that he was a little soft in his head
Others said that the likes of him are not quite so rare.
Don’t stare too long
That’s just not too right.
Whatever the consensus might have been,
They tooted at him when they passed him by
Riding in their cars.

That was a mystery of the man in Superman’s clothes.
Was it that something went wrong in his head or
Did he want someone to see him at the least?
Could he have hoped to find someone who’d listen to his cry?
Or that someone just might ask him what troubles assailed him?
Mayhap he wished to find someone who’ll save the day just like the Superman does?
What story does he have, the man in Superman’s clothes?
Did anyone think to stop and ask him why?
Or maybe they felt it right to let him be...the man in Superman’s clothes.
Perhaps he felt he had to be the man in Superman’s clothes;
And we felt we needed someone to be in the Superman’s clothes.

So if you ride by that crossroad in St Cloud
Look out for the man in Superman’s clothes.
See if you can save his world or he can save yours.
But whatever you may choose to do
Do roll down your window to give him a sign,
And toot from your car as you pass him by.


(July 19,2011)

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