The Perfect Stranger Poem by James Callos Jordan

Bees are bumbling around my porch,
As if they are telling me a sign,
Of someone or something to come,
Lingering till the break of dawn.

As I went to see the sunset while sitting on my chair,
A peculiar scene in the horizon illustrate it self,
The moon did not show nor did the sun not set,
Then everything stopped like a void frozen in time.

I stood up in my chair and gaze upon this phenomenon
I waited for everything to be normal like after an eclipse.
Upon waiting I saw an image of a man coming near where I am
And an ere intoxicating feel ensued in me.

The man came closer and closer and the image slowly becomes clear.
The intensity of the feel became random.
First it was hyper and unstable like coffee,
And suddenly was dreamy and calm like liquor.

Finally the man arrived at my position and stood still in front of me
And I saw who it was in that tight formal attire
It shivered my bones till it could no longer shiver.
Because what I saw is my self came to see me.

February 23,2009