Thousand Yard Stare

I miss that thousand yard stare.

That look that went through me.

Some feminist psychologist might tell me that its because I feel unworthy.

That it’s my crushed broken 1950’s feminine spirit

That’s telling me that liking those thousand yards means I feel worthless.

But that’s not what they mean.

I know you well enough that the thousand yard stare is reserved.

Its for those you feel safe around.

Those you are free to think and ponder around.

Those who have become so common place that they are background.

Not bad, not good, just background.

So I miss that thousand yard stare.

The way it meant you were making something new, something beautiful

And I could bear witness to it’s creation.

I miss that thousand yard stare.