Stranger in a suit
slender man sure walks fast
or do I watch slow
They all seem to be in such a rush
mark not where their feet touch
into mud, into shrubs,
they care not
their great wide steps,
clanky and unsexy
Have you ever noticed
people walk so much slower,
and with tiny shuffling footsteps,
when they travel in packs
the larger the slower
the larger the louder
that is, until a stranger passes them
And have you noticed
you appreciate the oddness of humanity
so much more, when you are alone
Seated in a cafeteria, by the side of a French window commanding a wider view, you saw a tall slender man walking in a black suit, reminding you of Slender man! Were it a figment of your imagination or real? May be a projection of a sense of insecurity... the thought that a creepy foe is chasing you! Any way a beautiful poem has evolved out of a casual sight, real or imaginary, Nika!
every poem is a pointer to point out what we sometimes never notice or look at the ordinary in a different angle....good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the witty line or maybe I watch slow! We should all perhaps watch slow several times a week, then we could see all the really small things we're missing. You don't add any special effects to this poem, but it gave me a chill as I read it and your prose comment amplified the sense of sheer peril. It's all the result of the size and angle of the window, the fact you were alone. etc. - all these seemingly harmless things accumulate into fear. It reminds me of an earlier poem about a hallway in your house which suddenly became menacing.