a found poem based on Chapter 9 of Lois Lowry’s The Giver Separate, different, apart, and alone You, singled out, the one, felt the empty Startlingly close to indescribable, the unnerving silence that fell across the room – apart – the others don’t know this precision of language; alone. The same terrifying sentence (before) they watched you, diminished to the most important job in the community. You are prohibited from small jokes and unimportant friends. A moment of uncertainty – you dreamed so rarely of promised answers, of great honor, different and alone.
19 November 2002