I Am A Stranger

strangerI AM A STRANGER

I am a stranger.
I walk alone amongst the throng.
Like a grain of sand on the shore,
I am a cipher.
Solitude is my cloak,
Anonymity my disguise.
I see you but you are a stranger too,
Unless I let you touch me,
Or reach out and touch you.
I crave intimacy, but I fear it too.
What if I smile and you frown back?
Say something and you ignore me completely?
I fear rejection too,
Maybe more than friendship.
I wonder what lies behind that aloof facade.
Yours as well as mine.
Do you feel as I do?
We are alike after all,
You and I. Unaware of each other
Except a signal be given or received.
But who will initiate contact?
All that’s needed is a gesture.
Even the thought would be a start,
But I am frozen,
Immobile in my indecision,
And so you pass by. And you and you.
A multitude of you, flowing around me
Like a stream around a pebble.
So familiar in your anonymity
It makes me uncomfortable.
But I have said nothing. Done nothing.
Today is the same as yesterday and the day before.
Will it be the same tomorrow?
Still I walk alone.
I am a stranger.

— Bryan Knower

RAIN

Rain

Scarce warning heralds the spring shower
That drums tattoo on leaf and bower.
Washing clean the air, that moments prior
Veiled all view of heaven’s attire.
A blanket, sparkling over grass and sod,
Erasing all trace of dirt and mud.
Like colors in a painting renewed
Crystal clear and rainbow hued,
Restoring the heart of the sleeping land,
As if by some celestial artist’s hand.

Jeweled tips of twigs and branches glisten here,
Radiant in the canopy of Gaia’s sphere.
Myriad points of light that twinkle and sway
Ere gravity causes sweet disarray.
Joining siblings in one long mad rush
To feed the insatiable thirst of Earth’s dry crust.
While pierced by bright Sol’s ray,
Refracted rainbows twist and play
On each shimmering drop, each glamorous globe.
Courtiers, clad in rustling silk and jeweled robe.

And fleeting though their splendor gleams,
Ethereal as forgotten dreams,
They strut across the darkened stage
While all else stops and pays homage.
A tenuous veil from heaven downcast
Until heaven’s grief be past.
Yet gladdens heart and brightens eye
That bends its gaze at weeping sky.
Knowing well this performance must reprise
In time, when once more, Nature cries.

  — Bryan Knower

NIGHT MOON

Soft as a sigh gently exhaled,
Luna hoists her billowing sail.
Pursuing Sol’s bright spoor until
Subsumed by horizon’s veil.
Bringing respite from the toil of day,
Heralds the hour when lovers play.
Shadows slip silently over lip and sill,
Ghosts of clouds driven where they will.
Substance adheres to imagined form,
And furtive whispers swirl anon.

Quiescent after the clamorous fray,
The pulse of human commerce sleeps.
Only those stragglers on their way
To hearth and home, or tryst to keep.
Now the time of mouse and owl.
Of feline predators on the prowl.
While over all, the gleaming globe
Covers the earth in a shining robe.
A sea of hazy shimmering light,
Where mortal dreams slide through the night.

© Bryan Knower