by Richard Vince

My eyes catch her just as
They try to close, as if
She is entwined in my

The black and white pattern
Of her clothing merges with
The criss crossing of fading
Light with the small
Black hairs on my eyelids.

Her eyes caught me, too,
And as they somehow
Felt my presence through
Plate glass and ineloquent adverts,
We were, for the briefest
Moment, connected.

She is one of half a million
Souls giving life to the city,
And so am I, but when we link,
Do we become more?

I am always there, and so is she,
But somehow we seem to be
The only constants in
A street of flux.

Will I ever fade into
Her background, as I do for
Those around me, or
Is she doomed always to
See me clearly?


Posted on 07/24/2011
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/24/11 at 09:11 PM

this is a gorgeous poem. an interesting thing happened as i read it-- for some reason i assumed the 'she' was a cat...i love how whichever animal or human this was referring to...it makes perfect sense. the power of a single glance-you've nearly caught an uncatchable thing. brilliant write

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/24/11 at 11:58 PM

Very nicely done Vince. I've walked NYCity more times than I can count and met eyes that were there and gone and yet I can tell you while in England I was blessed with more than one encounter that went further.

Posted by Ava Blu on 07/25/11 at 02:21 AM

Very pretty poem.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/25/11 at 10:14 PM

Great questions at the end. The voice in this is pitch-perfect.

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