Pen in Motion

I know those eyes-

naive, innocent girl with eyes

that are always watching.

She was once “Past” –

that monstrous unnamed baby

who begged for warmth.

Now she calls herself “History”-

knows too much, all the dark

that followed the light. She

knows what no one wants

to remember and everyone

wishes to forget. I see her

far more than I care to.

And if she found me, she

can find anyone. There is

no closing those eyes, no

choice but to see the dark.