Written
2001
Mimes in a mirror dance,
carefully careful.
No words to their music,
a silent partnership bonded.
Errors noted and corrected,
they move in perfect concert.
Talk commands no tie
between voice and ear.
Inattentiveness often not noted,
and much said but not heard.
Things heard misunderstood.
No mimes' bonding.
If we were mimes,
I could move
to your thoughts.
I could raise my brow
and you would be with me.
You could move an arm
and I would be there.
Anticipated moves mimicked with
careful attention.
We could look into the glass and
become our reflections.
Copasetic and understood.
A dance of life.
Hear not what I say,
rather what I do.
The Hometown
Notes
Written after a trip to Pier 31 in the city. There were several mimes and I was amazed at the way theu could do the mirror dance together. Better than talking by far.