Sunday, September 18, 2011

Soaking in the Quiet

I want to sit back in a nice hot bath of Blogspot. It's the same old thing out there: people fighting with people. They just can't see why their football fandom or patrotism or religion or stand on healthcare doesn't entitle them to hate other human beings. I like my reality here with the warm water soaking, the day behind me, and empty page ahead.

Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the
wind blew it away.
And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly
at play --- velvet veined.
I saw it burn.
With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew
right on by.
And, taking in the morning, I sang --- O Requiem.
Well, my lady told me, ``Stay.''
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.
But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred
close behind the taxi stand.
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.
Fading in the traffic; watched her go.
And taking in the morning, heard myself singing ---
O Requiem.
Here I go again.
It's the same old story.
Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked
away along the Strand.