Step on or elevate?
life is what you make of it
Are you taking?
Are you giving?
Are you stranded?
Lost in a sea of your own mind
You are right where you are supposed to be
Right when you are needed
a long drive through the rain
manhattan whizzing by
from one parking spot luckily avoiding a ticket
to another parking spot not far away
a square grided circle back to where I came from
getting stuck in traffic and enjoying every second
packed and sorted and turned around once more
enjoying the central park meandering about
under the archway a pause to reflect, stairs, two towers
a commitment to ending homelessness must be made
a cold wet wind funnels in the tunnel past me and the fort
a long walk to the library with much in tow under the umbrella
sweet eye candy and a deep connection to the public space
rewards abound, drowning in potential knowledge
longing to be with, imagining affections
of new york city angels and goddesses
much could be said and more
a grandeur matched by the openness of the library’s caver
bright chandeliers with countless orbs
massive arched windows framing the billowing smoke
and ridged structures of 5th avenue at 41st street
many face them
we do not know
friends stand up
and lend a hand
we all thirst for
sustenance and growth
at the dearest expense
of the life of others
So we must be worth it,
we must lend a hand.
MWW – 2015,March27th
What whispers will spill,
from between the cracks in the bark?
What creaks and moans,
bends in the wind,
grows tall in the dirt and snow.
Greetings of fruit to bear
shade from the heat during the Summer months,
shade from the Sun’s far reaching rays.
What ways do you grow?
What fruit do you bear?
Who do you cast a shadow upon,
as the sunlight feeds us all…
Up in the sky
Way over there
Home is where
The heart can fly.
Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you down there,
I must not have been listening out for you. Are you OK?
Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?
maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.
Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight
Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.