Sometimes People With Black Hair Have Blue Eyes Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I thought you had nothing I wanted except for description
Our communication eluded the public nature of words
The show of getting to know each other for onlookers' benefit

That was the fall that lasted forever
Forgot about hitting bottom and what impact would feel like

In the age when one could not love another freely
To love everyone was an act of rebellion
In the age when one loves others too freely
To love no one is an act of rebellion

And I take the letter as proof of authenticity
As proof that the depths of a quiet and still lake defy explanation
Defy expectation and prediction

Saturday night, I'll try you with a question
An open hand and things in common

Blue eyes are stereotypes of clear eyed certainty
And wheat fields and patriotic ideals

But I misread the blue eyes of one with black hair
The cold climates where ancestors wore misery as communal attire
The tone was judgement and formality in equal halves