In my bemusement of life <br />Looking at mans strife <br />And listening to hearts conversations <br />A question arises in time <br />What is too close for comfort? <br />Where do we draw the line? <br />That defines our inward enclosure <br />And really determine our composure <br />Not bringing in seclusion <br />Which deludes our minds with an illusion? <br /> <br />What is too close for comfort? <br />I ask myself in retrospect <br />Among strangers is it the shake of hands <br />Among acquaintances is it the quest to know <br />Betwixt acquaintances and friends <br />Is it the revealing of ourselves? <br />Between friends is it the warm embrace; <br />The holding of hands; the preening of hair; <br />The kind words spoken <br />Betwixt friends edging on to closeness <br /> <br />What is too close for comfort? <br />Is it the kiss given in greeting instead of affection? <br />Is it keeping in touch when the other is away? <br />Is it in telling how well one is thought of? <br />What then is too close for comfort? <br />My mind twirls in frills and stops <br />In wonder and is stupefied <br />Like a light bulb switched on <br />My delusion which was confusion <br />Came to a resolution which is revelation <br /> <br />Nothing is too close for comfort <br />We all define how close we get <br />To the other soul we meet <br />But how absurd it is <br />To do a particular <br />When unknown we were <br />And when we are known <br />Pretend the particular <br />Was never attempted <br />And so I amuse myself with life’s trappings <br />Then the question arises “too close for comfort? ” <br /> <br />(Calabar, Nigeria.2004)<br /><br />Iquo Umoh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-close-for-comfort-2/
