He Knows

by

Phil Pochurek

Over in the corner
In a chair against the wall
A man sits waiting, waiting,
For nothing at all.
T.V. blaring people staring
Ranting and waving their arms
Endlessly day after day.
Some are lost forever
Some just for today.
For the rest it all depends on their med’s
It’s hard to say.
Propped against the window sill
The outside world pours in
And watches him sitting painfully still,
His inside world trying to get out
Dying to get out of him.
Trapped inside a living prison
Bound by determination and will.
Don’t stop coming, he knows.
Even when there’s no plants showing, nothing growing,
The rain still falls.
Even though there’s no boats sailing, no kites flailing.
The wind still blows.
Even though the snow covers all
In the spring it will thaw
Don’t stop coming.
Even though there’s no
Winkin, blinkin, or a nod showing
He knows you’re there.
Behind the mist, behind the eyes
It’s spring inside.
Don’t be discouraged just realize
He knows, he knows.

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