"What you Are" - an original poem

[juxtapose]

Your hands are big and spread wide
to hold your many thoughts.
You move like a cartoon skeleton,
choppy limbs and pale, toothy grins.
And you know what you are.
You know what you are.

When you stride into a room
the walls stop to listen
to the way your seamless words tie in
the workings of your working mind.
And you know what you are.
You know what you are.

Your journey here is ending,
you want to fly away.
The world's too tiny for everything
your imagination longs for.
And you know what you are.
You know what you are.

I have swam in all your words,
the colors of your mind.
I want to take your big hands in mine,
before you take the blue road home.
But you know what you are.
I don't know what I am.

JLT 2012