The Stranger

Open for interpretation.

With such fortitude He is introduced
An unsteady clamor His traveling partner
A contented Silence compromised with
The same desperation a child shows his
Mommy, or Daddy; Look At Me!
We all turn to look, seemingly involuntarily
To see what has seized our thought
To see
What we might have missed had we not looked
Our attention in shackles
Perpetually disturbed
Proverbial, It becomes, until its absence
Beckons a confused sense of an opportunity
Missed