Lostness
by
Nathanael Smith

At the fair-time
Blue baloons brightly bouncing
A little girl and her smiling father
Ahe smiles, feels no care
He smiles, her father
Time wears past
She looks away
Blue baloons brightly bouncing
Follow your own eyes
Runningg looking playing forgetting
Somewhere she lost her father
Anywhere she lost her somewhere
Fear crawls in
Stranger's faces fill her eyes
Stranger's eyes fill her mind
She runs, she runs

Another stranger
Stranger still
She looks, imagines darkling glance
Passing the feet of the tallers
Passing the smiles of the smallers
Passing everything but her mounting fear
Another set of fearing legs walks
Another vacant happiness flees
Alone in the crowd
She runs, runs, screams
Hands jostle past her
Hands jostle her
A hand stops her
Overwhelming fear overwhelms
But everywhere voice from nowhere
"My little girl
Found at last"
For her father's eyes were on her
Even with her eyes off her Father