His name is called and there's a pause

just long enough to halt a war

tame timber wolves and trim their claws

hide diamonds in a secret drawer

He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.

Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.

Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.

Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.

The light through the blind is a poem,

the way it illuminates air.

And the shadows that fall

on the floor and the wall

are signs that a poem is there.