Climb into the car, yet he just sits
there watching us. Face bright as a bulb, glowing
with borrowed light. “Look Mom, he’s following us.” she says, excited
he’s noticed. Her face glows like the sun and I smile, excited for her excitement.
We turn a corner and he turns too, should I be afraid or flattered by his attentions?
Turn by turn, mile after mile, he tracks us endlessly. Hours later we arrive. The stage is
dark around him. He sits taller in his couch, Staring down at us. There’s no menace in
his gaze. But for him our path would be black. I wonder, she’s fast asleep, but I ponder
still. Has he changed his focus, or is it I? He still sits, showing us a big, wide
toothy grin.I realize, he hasn’t really moved at all, that
we’ve been watching him.