Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Black Son

So much blackness
there in the sun.
His muscles rippling
like waves.
For years he has leaned
into the hope,
smelled the wind
and dived in.
The outsider.
The observer.
Watching
always watching.
Hoping they won’t see him.
Hoping they won’t know
he isn’t one of them.