That stare devoid of blinks.
Curiosity dripping from his cheeks.
Blank stare with no emotions.
What’s going on in his mind, I wonder…
Is he thinking…who is this awkward looking human?
Is he speculating if I’m a good or a bad guy?
Is he deciding whether he should smile at me?
What’s going on in his mind, I wonder…
Is he wondering whether there’s any point in engaging with me; whether he’ll get any goodies?
Is he wondering what I am thinking about him?
He continues to stare at me confidently, while I awkwardly try to make faces to get him to smile.
Still no smile. Just a blank stare.
What’s going on in his mind, I wonder…
I try to turn my head away even as he continues to stare.
I turn back to look at him after a few seconds.
He’s now looking at someone’s handbag. |
A burst of understanding hits me.
He’s not thinking at all.
He’s the only one who’s truly seeing.
A child’s stare (poem)
