While surrounded by the big heads
I am greeted with the words;
Handsome, academic, genius, glorious.
The words are like sunshine
Wherein I disappear like a drop of water in the sand;
Absorbed, fleeting, invisible, gone, lost.
My head is like a small basket,
From which extra items fall.
From sand, I fly up as a moisture
To sit on a geranium,
For a small head to see and smile,
And yet not understand.
