Meet Him Halfway

He wears his frame with dignity. Moves amongst the throng with confidence, with a buoyant outlook that defies everything malignant. He magnifies his letters until they are neon bright and shining messages for his eyes alone And augments sound until each letter thrills like a breathless poem, spoken for his ears alone. Can he see right through the covert messages people send through thick air like fog suffocating? (We think he cannot, we think he fails, we think he doesn't see the labyrinthine manipulations people use for information and interaction.) Can he hear those hidden connotations of words? (We think he cannot, we think he fails, we think he hears only one track of a multitrack tape.) He rides his chair with poise, loves with afflatus, with fire, animus and anima. And leaves behind what cannot be carried into the present. But finds in the past a strength to fight and avenge, not revenge. Find justice for those denied in the past and today. He smiles, smile with him, and meet him halfway, he is new. *** March 15, 2017 N/A in contest: Broken Wing Sponsor: Frank Herrera