Forgotten Youth Poem Series (#6): (Sigh)t
I see him beaming to no one from across the hall,
the pages of To Kill A Mockingbird,
fluttered under my fingers–
You know how ghosts move?
––Yeah, me neither.
But that boy, he moved like ghost,
not the scary one, the sad one.
He called out—
‘Hi, anyone there?’
I replied, in jest—
‘There’s nobody here. I’m a ghost.’
It’s ironic you see, because he was the ghost, not me.
––‘I heard there are double rainbows going on outside now!
Why are you still here?
Do me a favour and get out there!’
My skin red, my eyes narrowed.
––Who is this annoying kid?
I turned my attention,
to my badly dog-eared book,
he stood there in silence yet,
in quiet persistence.
I gave up.
Vexed, I walked up to him—
‘I don’t know who you are, but fine I’ll check it out now. In return, you go back to your mom, wherever she is’–
A smile sneaked,
from his parted lips,
his eyes glazing, orange—
‘Okay!’
Outside,
drizzles were singing cold,
the air was petrichor and dead leaves.
We both looked up–
and I saw the most beautiful double rainbows,
arching concentrically over the sunlit sky,
In awe I smiled,
I turned my head to look at the boy–
and in the afternoon sunlight I saw
his sunny eyes–
devoid of sight,
but brimming with imagination.