James T Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

Square jaw,
flat planed cheeks,
heavy brow,
shuttered, tawny glance,
full lips about to speak
no voice comes,
no life stirs this image
except for that
caught
fleeting,
by a light-trick,
freezing time.

And if the image stood here,
the man,
I would wish myself:
Scalosian Delia, hidden in plain view,
Blind Miranda, seeing his garden Earth,
Silent Gem, hearing love in his pain,
Proud Uhura, unashamed to speak.

But who is he?
fleeting image
living man
unknown, familiar
bewildering and beautiful?
James!

(written 10/76)