Broke into my house, thief, late one night.
His hunger perennial,
the look frantic, money not in sight.
I entered the room, he invaded and broomed-
Alarmed, he stares, pleads in surrender.
His wants, like mine; surreal.
And together we search in wonder.
” Helping Hand ” challenges the reader’s perceptions. Is the house real or a metaphor? is the thief real or part of an allegory ? The clue might be found in the word ” surreal ” .
Beautifully interpreted, Louis. Thanks a ton.