are
the columns which
in
between I sit,
looking
out
as
if trapped within my own image
and
do not see
storm
clouds approaching
nor
do I see
the
necessity for taking shelter,
since
already encased;
voices,
I hear…
and
the sounds of passing seagulls
flying
by
but
see nothing
save
my own reflected image;
but,
even that
is
not all that certain
since
I could be on the outside
and
attempting to look in.
26May14
like the abundant clouds in the sky,
so
too do we live,
separating
ourselves from
all
the others who toil so
feverishly
to stay alive;
like
the white summer clouds
hiding
behind the dark stormy ones,
we
live our lives hiding behind
those
who got us where we are today;
like
the red skies of a sultry morning
that
inevitably brings mosquitos,
we
annoy the world around us
with
our arrogant presence and
attitudes
that we are part of a
visioned,
historical destiny of sorts.
26May14
they
say those who dwell
in
these parts are high born,
but
I don’t know about that
since
birth is life and we
all
seem to look the same;
still,
I think that some like
to
believe they are better
because
in so doing it
gives
them more of a purpose,
more
of a reason, or so
they
perceive… to live the
life
well they have been given
while
others throw it away.
26May14
the
sun pre-empts the rain and
invokes
her inspiring majesty
as
I witness the transformation
on
this unpretentious morning
so
far away from my home;
humid
heat gains momentum
while
the rusty hands of the
wall
clock move slowly forward
and
the day begins her journey;
muted
sounds from the night
die
a slow but definitive death
until
resurrected again when
the
sun visits our neighbors
who
live on the other side.
26May14
up
in the sky are palm crowns
like
the ancient Aztecs wore, but
no
bodies do I see below and
fear
the worst is at hand…
do
I hide…
do
I run…
do
I warn the others?
the
dark deadly night has
betrayed
herself to me by
letting
me see her lovers, when
sleeping
I should be;
but,
what
if…
I
was meant to see
and
be the first to know,
spreading
the word far and wide,
unless,
no
on believed me
and
then,
where
would I be?
and,
more importantly what
you
end up thinking of me?
26May14
on
my right are
circus
dwellers,
and
on my left are
gold
diggers;
behind
me are
soothe
sayers
and
in front of me
are
nay sayers;
above
me are
truth
tellers
while
below me are
Indian
givers;
surround
sound is the
world
in which I live
and
like no other,
keeps
me balanced
and
focused
and
on my toes,
but
in danger of
too
much thought
all
the time.
26May14
I
could walk to the
other
side and slide
between
the rain drops
that
are now falling
from
above my head,
but,
nowhere do I
see
the rainbow or the
pot
of gold that follows;
a
mysterious grey
countenance
looks down
on
me, leaving me with
concerns
for my future
and
fears that my blue
sky
has indeed been stolen
as
some childish prank.
26May14
heavy,
dark-skinned coconuts
hand
and dangle where palm
branches
meet like gorilla balls,
a
delicacy in some parts, I hear,
but
not in this hemisphere…
were
the lewd comments of vacationers
as
they walked down the shell
laden,
sandy shoreline of the island;
their
dismissed and dismantled comments
remain
in the forefront of my thoughts
as
I reconciled what I heard but
soon
realized that racism was still,
unfortunately,
very much alive
in
the world, even here.
26May14
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