Hear the Hunger

CITIES AND STREETS

‘…the kiss of my mouth
their breath was your gift,
their beauty, your life’ - H.D.

We can believe.
It is not – effortless
never a waste  
but often disgusting.
Street after street after street
of despair – harkens our eyes
to the harsh cold.
No garden to warm the eyes
no heart – open to see.

Lights to lighten
surfaces to luminous rain
a hidden source of power
reveals itself.
Glowing reflections are –
too close to my face
and burn images – into an already
tired face.  
Car tread – leaves
foot printed impressions
on the blacken pavement.
a temporarily heightened sense
of intent appears.
    
Strange shelters of likeness
aid the path of the next.
Beauty surrounds them
hides a moment of despair.
‘No crevice unpacked with the honey,
so rare’ -  bees share
with the flower
both benefiting from the
experience.

We wander yes
But find – we do also.
Deny the past and the disgusting
and it is a denial of the self.
Find the fruit,
the moss
on a tree.
Shake the leaves
and the hidden elephants and oranges
emerge on the path – they guide – advise
on reflections.
a new beauty reveals her self.

Tags: No Comments