i
As I look again to the sky
I see a trail of birds cross a
path within,

split, and marry upon the
other side of a hill.

Time now to find my own
path.

Within the next few days
witness a sky as bright as this,

unite and conform with
obligation,
just as each morning is lit.

However,
This very moment I can relax,

observing the refurbishment
of an isolated city—

taking note of it's destruction,
and how it's managed,

as I do my best to breath
in its success.


ii
I see a man eating
quietly alone,

the river seems to
treat him well, more so
then the food.

No food for me today;
coffee, and the hunt for
a cigarette.

The man is gone.
An unfinished structure,
it's rigidness planned,

missing bits plea for
imagination.
—
Everything seems to
move much slower than
yesterday.

The river
remains the same,

minus the wake of
a few small boats.

Today is stiff, but
I don't care,

I'll save my worry
for tomorrow.

iii
Today
the river fails

to reflect
the charisma
I need

to keep me
from

this
city's isolated
silence.

The nooks
and crannies
only those

with a
whole lot of nothing
and a lot to show for it
could ever care
to visit.
—
Today
I become one

with all those
who are

homeless,

whose voices go
unnoticed,

hearts as
worn as their
attire.
—
Today
the system
fails me,

as I do
myself—

and as the
day gathers its
momentum,

as
laborers
force dust
into

the sky,

as first birds
seize flight
in search for food

I search to find my
place of rest.

iv
Seeing what is now forgotten,
and all brand new,

instead of dirt I see children
secured by wooden architecture,

insecure if nothing,
elevated above an array of

freshly planted trees,
allocated seats for the parents.

I count my blessings, and think no
real thought at all.
—
The universe will thank me soon,
yet not until this city has completely
transformed,

all these children, climbing high,
have long forgotten this day.