What I Saw Poem by Seamus Whittington Crawford III

Have you been there?
Have you seen for yourself?
Have you ever seen an ideal (or an idea) fired in anger?
Have you ever stood in line at a store and overheard ten words that expressed something in your heart that you didn’t know was there? ?

No, of course you haven't.

What I’ve seen can’t compare
To what I haven’t seen yet.
But what I saw when I looked over my shoulder one time...

You stay there in your furry safe-cocoon
While I continue to
stomp on the
terra.

While I live and gather some regrets,
you grow old
regretting the risks you never took.
(Hey, it’s your life.)

But what I saw when I looked
over my shoulder one time...

Was a familiar stranger’s face
What I heard,
a strange-lover’s voice.

I felt cold and I shivered..
I saw uninviting steel through the fur.
I heard nothing but an echo of “no, thanks.”
Yes, from a Siren’s voice
but like the tired whisper of old slippers.

What I saw was a ghost.
She had mischief in her face,
haunting on her mind,
and I couldn’t take my eyes from her…

seit einem kurzen moment.
(For one brief moment.)