What I Think Of You (By Rachel) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I think of you
somewhat
as a bank building,
tall and well-built
and
beautiful but with
very few openings.
There are two windows
for withdrawals,
and four windows
for deposits;
there are no doors.

There is
an immense computer
running data inside
and a staff of many
to interconnect
and to process
information.

There is
a very large storehouse
with knowledge,
memories,
literature,
scientific papers,
ancient stories
and poetry
and more;
well-catalogued
for easy access.

There is also
a large furnace
so that nothing
gets cold in
the physical plant
(as it's known in bureauracracies) .

Since everything is
contained
and somewhat rigid,
the building reacts well
to some soft touches
and needs them
whether this is obvious or not.

There is a plan
and a structure for defense
against
the dangerous world
which can be activated.

This is somewhat how I see you;
you know that I have
immense respect
for all the knowledge
and connections you have.
Do you call them synaptic?
And would you be
able
and willing
to create a door
for little me?

© 2008 Rachel