You Are Being Watched

Watching

Is a lot like listening

And you are being watched.

With single intent,

And undivided attention.

My friends and I agreed, years ago,

when we reunited.

We decided, when we reunited 57 months ago,

That we would watch you.

Sitting around a flickering beeswax candle,

We left the door open and let the night bleed in.

One of them said, "but won't they realize?"

And another replied "they'll be too busy watching themselves."

The third one starting laughing, and the others laughed too.

And the fourth said "to the hilt."

They stopped laughing,

And the second said, "what?"

And the fourth replied, "Like a blade plunged to the hilt."

The wooden door flapped against its frame,

Like a fish gasping for water,

While everyone laughed again.

Five years, in the spring.

Go on,

Sing.

We're spellbound,

We're waiting.