And finally, the last part of the trio– A Page and a Half, which was originally untitled as well. A Page and a Half actually was not written for an assignment, unlike the other two poems. I believe it was written in the cafe section of Barnes and Nobles one very fine Sunday night in the middle of winter, last year I think. Quite nice. Again, hope you like it!
A Page and a Half
I am a page, a page and a half.
Nowhere near complete.
The stray dog that wanders from house to house,
But doesn’t get a bite to eat.
I am the girl in the corner of the room,
Whispering fortunes foretold.
But no one can tell me what will become of me,
When I am gray and withered and old.
I am the cup of the burning-hot drink,
a cider, a scotch, an ale
I glide lovely velvet, a comforting friend
though it is the foe I most truly hail.
I am the cat, on the sill of your window,
who crosses as you reach the door.
I see all, but say only nothing,
and will remain silent forever more.
I came and I went, never truly a whole
A traveler, apparition, a myth
Though I have many a trick up my sleeve,
I do not always exist
Be careful, when you see me,
Be careful, when you don’t
Be careful, if you should be me,
Because the others won’t
I offer you this warning
for I know what here does rest
for should the box be opened,
you shall never escape your guest.
When you wander, when you dream
When you become untethered from your world
Remember what I have told you,
the events that have unfurled
Though I am nothing but a page and a half,
know and honor this—
Where you stand, I once stood
and there is much that I will miss