UNAWARE

Cement

A cemented wall

Paint

A painted wall

Before the wall I stood

A picture

The picture

I stood before the picture

It was “The Picture”

Looking at the picture

Just me

Watching

Admiring

Appreciating

The picture before me

On the wall it was

In the hall

The hall of memories

I stood

I watched

I admired

Outside the window

It rained

Outside the building

A downpour

A stranger watched

Ignorant me

But he watched

Kind eyes

Stalking me

A stalker he was

Motives hidden

Hidden behind kind eyes

But I was unaware

Up in the sky

The plane flew

High…up

High…above

Unaware of the drama below

Turbulence and motion

Flying by unaware

The pilot so unaware

The stranger still present

Inside the plane

Discomfort and fear

Passengers so vigilant

Open-eyed

Turbulence! Turbulence!

Me before the picture

Me unaware

But he was aware

He is always aware

The one that sees us all

He sees each event

Every act

He is aware of our motives

Each thought

Each wish

Aware

So aware he is

He is aware

But we are unaware

So so unaware!

By Sylvia Chika

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