Totally Brilliant

Totally brilliant

The way your face is disabled

Washed off from attachment

To the city, to the men

To the bugs that land on and amongst

The hairs

on your naked arm

It is a wonder of the world

Your face

How it is the curtain of oblivion

When men dressed in suits

With fine weaves and finer seams

Look at you as your hand hangs

Down like the unappreciated attachment

In a renaissance portrait of a boy

Of a lady

Of a man

With eyes that tell no history

That these men could bother to relate to

 Yet they stare at you

And they want to be apart of yours

If only for one night

To feel that hand

Resting on the hairs

That bend out of their chests

Like reeds from muddy marshes

Your eyes watch your foot

As it passes the other

A mirror walking in front of the other

And you wonder how so many rocks

Can be found

To make up all the roads and pavements

While your face stares blankly

As calm as a bay before the seagulls rise

And with those sleeves rolled up

Those hands in your pockets

The wind rips around your arms

The trees bend towards you

Nature wants to be with you

The grass grows higher

If only to get a better look at you

While the tide crawls closer

And eats the sand

Knowing you are somewhere upon the shore

The more earth the ocean eats

The closer she will get to you

Yet you remain looking down

Your face that of a living statue

Yet you are able to show emotion

And although you are not slow witted

You do not think of all these things

You think of the rocks and how they got there

The clouds

And how high they are

But rocks, like you, are oblivious to beauty

And clouds are too narcissistic to care for the beauty of others

So you find yourself happy

But alone

A happy, innocent and beautiful wonder of the world