Waiting for a footstep that will never come, <br />we sit immobile round the holiest of holies, <br />distracted by our mindgames with a zero sum, <br />and though we do not have a ball, we act like goalies, <br />attempting to prevent competitors from scoring <br />the sort of goals that in the past we often scored, <br />and act defensively when we’re attacked, deploring <br />the absence of the images we once adored. <br /> <br /> <br />(5/3/07/Inspired by a review of Hermione Lee’s biography of Edith Wharton by Claire Messud in the NYT Book Review, April 29,2007 (“Portrait of a Lady”))<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-a-footstep/
