Signs and Clues

 

It's barely a month since we first met.

I know you now---Or do I yet?

I silently watch and anxiously wait

For signs, for clues.

 

It's hardly a month with words we've probed

Each other's head to learn the scope

Of interests.  But still I need to watch and wait

For some signs, some clues.

 

It's only a month with fervent passions,

Explored our tactile senses.  Patience---

How little we have to watch, to wait, to see

Just small signs, small clues.

 

It's scarcely a month we've tried to play

On forward fast an exposé

Of pasts and histories of who we are---and where

Are the signs, the clues?

 

In only a month, how can we know?

And of our pasts that we have shown,

Are we fair to mold an image of each other?

Will we suffer?

 

Another small month, do you suppose,

Will be enough and we'll expose

Divergent ways?  And then I'll know just what to do

With the signs, the clues?

 

 

Barbara Benjamin

Metrical Quatrains

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