Poems Through which I express myself

The One

their eyes follow him 

in the way 

a leaf might follow the wind 

forced yet willing 

broken off 

roots  

trunk  

and branches 

alone in their wind 

surrounded by a hundred 

different others 

they listen  

in the way one must 

listen to the rain  

pounding 

down around 

you must learn 

to stand out 

against the crowd  

to show others  

the way they must be 

so that they might learn 

to live silhouetted 

against the dark 

until all you can see is the light 

no one stands out 

but the one  

still darkened.