Sign

*Sign*

Jay’s BBQ Potato Chips—
2/$5
Only we are too busy trying to read each other.

We both roam about this aisle—
But neither is making a move.

I feel the tension as strongly as the Peach Snapple that’s in my hands,
but without such a touch—I can’t be sure…
I feel that She, Too, is seeking confirmation of a potential barter…
But what if she really is reading the ingredients of Chef Boyardee?
Maybe we’re just another two random people placed next to one another…
but This, She, & I-Pray-Me-To-She:
Sure does feel special.

Though I can’t be certain: I feel our dire advertisement—
We Read:
“Show Me You Feel This;
Give Me a Sign.”

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo