Stranger
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this day
as I journey
I come upon a stranger
standing by the road
looking sad
heavy box
held in his arms
clutched close to his breast
he stares
expressionless
into my eyes
his gaze stops me still
fixes me in place
his face is tired
and drawn
etched in withered worry
when at last I move
I draw near
as I do
close enough to see
this sullen man
is me
he offers out his hands
that open on the box
he beckons me retrieve
this container he protects
filled with apprehension
I reach
and grasp the case
lift it cautiously from his grip
lay it gently at my feet
it opens
as I do
slowly
to reveal
its haunting
strange contents
seven broken hearts
mute with wonder
I behold
confused
yet riveted
I ponder
as I do
then inquire of the meaning
these are yours
I am told
created by your deeds
cruelly left behind
as you ventured on
once
they each belonged
to one who trusted you
each trust you did betray
without a second thought
each love you tossed aside
abandoned carelessly
now the burden of this box
is mine beyond the grave
it was on a road like this
that it was passed to me
I have carried it too long
I am weary from the load
now you must bend and lift
and clutch it to your breast
to struggle with its weight
until you pass it on
someday
a stranger will approach
over that horizon
he will stop
and stare
transfixed by your presence
you will charge him with this chest
then he will lift
and carry
as I do
in a cycle of forever
for he too
will be you
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rob kistner © 2008
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collage above entitled: “Heavy Box” — by: rob kistner © 2008