Sometimes you can see me,
Fuzzy, at a distance,
As I appear to make
Confused and
Unintelligible signals
Like a climber stranded
High upon a mountain
Who has a mirror or a flashlight
But lacks a code book.
My efforts are sufficient
To show others that I’m here,
But I don’t know how long
They’ll keep on working,
And no one understands me.
Not a day goes by, an hour,
Without reminder
Of my desperate predicament.
And in my heart I fear
The only thing that’s going to change
Is that eventually I’ll tire,
My mirror will break,
My flashlight batteries will expire,
Or those below
Will simply cease to look.
