Nameless

Across the room I felt it:
The stare of one who could no
Longer see, empty sockets,
a weathered face, discolored
and blistered by time. No name
labeled his likeness, simply

"Bust of a Man" but I knew
Him, somehow, some way. His stare
Drew me back like a magnet:;
Hearing the echoes of past
Wisdom and lost love as though
The memories were my own.


Caren E. Salas

(an ekphrastic poem inspired by "Bust of a Man"
found at the Getty Villa in Malibu, CA)