Sunday, September 9, 2012

"waiting for the bus" (poem based on a Regina Walker photograph)

waiting for the bus”

Right here in this city of motion
and deli smells and much quipping,
a silence can slant across the sidewalk.

This light is wearing itself out in such glaring!

All the sound and fury dazzles to a dead stop
for one stretched moment of great puzzling.

I am become a tall regent of unknown quality
between this great light and its mystery play
upon surface where feet are usually going,
always going somewhere beyond yesterday.

But now the light and this day have taken
the form of me, cast it into a shocked mood.
I'm no longer solid and in this wonder space
an ecstasy spreading, phantoms falling into me.

photo by Regina Walker -- see Rubaru

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