Wind Ode
Out the my window, New York City afternoon - I watch, the elders pass, reaching harbor arriving at home, with baggage and balloons, they step, step, step to their lofts. Students - stomping and smoking - harsh winds - chomping away at thought and sounds - scoring bags, to snow on dollars, to aid sores, to soothe night - for the day, the hours spent, to earn that dollar - to buy that snow, to stay up, to study longer.
Scared smoke knows its purpose, its nature - a secure package on the subway salutes space between riders. I hear the shuffle, their complex demeanor banging on tracks, dance to electric meter. In gas cars - people parading, I see them now crossing the Verrazano -
The burning horizon - all the cars look bright coming in, look north: white head lights shining, ensuring a hopeful motion, look south: red tail lights leaving- hot, hot, embers rush off -on the trail that's called progress - believing that what is behind - is past - a different, long left blurred occasion, irrelevant.
Sinister fumes scowl at the given blue of the sky. the collective view- the aged star lights our journey and jogs memory - the plotting sun plans to set - incite the city walker, the lone daily stumbles in half slumber, running errands, moving, and waiting for the evening, for - that soft first spot - to retrace roots' and leaves' roaming thoughts -
of home-
the old land
that remembers, the trees that still
stand in the haze of nostalgia and forgotten dreams-
in mountains and creeks - the fertile sea that springs
civilizations to trade and eat.
To mother - the soil is to survive .. or .. in the developed streets greet with neighbor in passing summer, prance with ease?
yes - though, now the fences high, the oceans rise, and the earth scorns our cold neglect
I, entranced by you, hold dear
these stacking forms of the tunneling, travelling
performance
these concrete homes, holding
families, stunning in stature under the soft evening glow,
highlighting the many on foot- mind becomes fresh, under the sigh of one breath - in space holding aging bodies of water and flesh -
reveal the harsh history - in hidden secret - hot vibration.
