finds peace in the palm of his hands
fixated on what they might hold
what they once held.
A young passerby kicks an empty coffee cup
the visionary smiles
sees beauty in its movement
it has been given wings.
He wraps himself in borrowed warmth
of street lamps casting shadows upon the boulevard
watches rain from beneath the bridge
imagines a flood, no one drowning, only swimming…
An entire city looks away in vulgar unison
bells toll from a church a block away
neon red vacancy signs sear harsh reality
into his eyelids.
He sleeps, he has been given wings.
~from ELEMENTS & ANGELS
Apryl Skies ©
2012
So sad that this is everyday life for so many. Wonderful images of our arrogance...
ReplyDeleteI had repeated these elements everyday in my head. Great work.
ReplyDeleteThank you both for stopping by and taking a moment to read my work. Much love to you both. This was inspired by seeing a homeless man on the street wrapped in a blanket in front of a huge construction site. He was staring into the palms of his hands & was literally the only still quiet thing in the entire city.
ReplyDeleteIt can be difficult to find a quiet place. Sometimes we have to create one even if only in our hands. You give grace to this homeless soul.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lois. I appreciate the sentiment the kind words and your friendship. Love & Light,
ReplyDelete~Apryl