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Stranded

By John I. Blair

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 Iím here,
But I donít know how long
Theyíll 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 thatís going to change
Is that eventually Iíll tire,
My mirror will break,
My flashlight batteries will expire,
Or those below
Will simply cease to look.

©2005 John I. Blair  

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