That was the Halloween
when Superman decided
to dress up as me. He wore
a wig with long brown hair,
black yoga pants, black Dansko clogs,
a solid pink shirt and no makeup.
When he arrived at my door,
Trick or Treat, he said,
just like everyone else says,
and I had a hard time guessing
what he was. Um, a teacher?
He had ink stains on his fingers.
Nope, he said. A mom?
I was looking at the drool
stains on his shoulder
and the wrinkles under his eyes.
Kinda right, he said. Um, I give up,
I said. Who are you? He said, I’m the person
you most wish you could know.
Even after he told me,
I am still guessing.
If you know at the beginning he is dressing up as “you” then the “still guessing” at the end is merely rhetorical, right? Prompted by his wise reply to you, “I’m the person you most wish you could know.” That line doesn’t sound like a child to me, more like something Rumi would say to you. Or am I reading this wrong and it’s not a child? Anyway, I do like the description of you, the writer, in the middle:>)
Just because you now know it was you doesn’t mean you are still, and forever will be, guessing who you are. (And how will you know if you happen to guess right?)
oops! change that to “…doesn’t mean you _aren’t_ still, and forever will be, guessing…”