Sunday, November 29, 2009

who's watching?

What part of us lies dormant
Watching as we scrub our molars each morning
Looking back at our blank faces
That only examine stray hairs and wrinkles
Is it smiling, like a patient Lama?

Or is it defeated, caged and forgotten by us, tortured
Cries never answered with mercy or enlightenment

Does this part of us know our path, the path
And the purpose to our routine?
Smiling as we stumble along
Absorbed by bed times and laundry
Or contemplating the meaning of life

What's waiting in the shadows?
Do we know who's watching?


Francis Scudellari said...

This brought to mind Jung. I think we all can relate to that part of us that we keep in the shadows to watch and lament.

Megan Duffy said...

So true. There are times when I catch myself watching me doing my own mundane routines. It is like meeting your own ghost.

Your ending questions are ones that resurface again and again through life. Well done!

Anonymous said...

I had cocorouch when I lived in Italy. Watching me from the shadows. I hope you don't hae a problem with that. You prbolbly not I ölived in a dump. It is hard find worse dump than I lived in.