That Two-Thousand Yard Stare, 1944
I see a small speck of light
I try to focus, make shape of it.
It's far away and I almost have to squint
to make sure it's light
and not a mirage in the darkness.
so quiet that I forgot
what sound is like.
Like trying to make out
I'm focusing in and I'm afraid
that the light might disappear.
I have to walk towards you,
I feel the footsteps, but again,
no sound…no sound…
the light is buzzing, it's soft,
and lovely, and it calls.
I begin to run,
afraid I might lose you in the darkness…
I'm heading towards you,
just a thousand yards to go.