this isn't just my story anymore
walking back to my own, I grow nervous
will they like the world I created?
will it be enough where the river ends?
possibilities swirl
as well as my panic
and wonder
where do we go from here?
what do we want to do?
For now, I want to take them home
show them my little space
teach them the concept of ‘mine’
transform it into ‘theirs’
Wild Will looks at the oozes roaming around
grabbing a carrot to dangle in front of them
should I warn him about the bigger ones?
Nicki is frightened
a mouse in a sea of cats
the world is ferocious even without dragons
I remember my first time out
unsure if I belonged
I still don't know the answer
I do know I can do this
Kristen is the one that worries me
she hasn't said a word all night
sometimes I think I nearly see tears fall from her face
the rest of the time, her expression is stone
should I say something?
do nothing?
I don't know
talking to others about their problems
isn't something I do
About the Author:
Joshua Pantalleresco writes fiction, poetry and comics. He also loves to do interviews. He has written columns for comicbloc and allpulp and currently does so for comicmix. The Watcher is his second book of poetry. He resides in Calgary.