Oh Squiggly Lines

Oh squiggly lines,

oh flashing sparkling head worms

squirming and sliming  

through my moment so unexpectedly,

I curse you for your obstructive presence

and for the dark demanding silhouettes

you leave like cellar doors between me

and the world I look upon.

 

Oh squiggly lines,

oh playful acrobats of light

tumbling and rolling

through my now blurry images

stealing the show away from the words I am reading

and the  images I am trying to decipher,

in my fear and my surprise,

I plead with you to make this vibrating earth

still again

 

Oh squiggly lines,

oh photogenic players of the opening act

introducing and welcoming

the  darkness that will  soon descend

upon half of this stage

like a heavy velvet curtain,

I call out for you to stop

but you can not hear me over the

sound of my thumping heart's applause.

 

Oh squiggly lines,

oh masters of illusion and deception,

what truth lay hidden beneath your show of light?

What secrets do you point to

beyond the closing curtain

and what message do you wish to leave me,

your humbled audience with? 

 

Oh squiggly lines,

show me what

I really need to see.

 

Dale-Lyn November 2014