i
Scoping the sky
I see a trail of birds
cross a path within,
split, and marry
upon other side of a hill.
Now time 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.
Although, for now,
(this very moment) I can
relax,
observe the refurbishment
of an isolated city—
take note of it's destruction,
and how it's managed,
as I do my best to breath
in its success.
ii
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
As I look to 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, 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.