A Quiet Travel Reveal

I walked through a mall the other day,

only to find a way out,

you see caught up in the melee

of a holiday spray,

I couldn’t discover an easier way.

I thought of all the people nearby,

each of them finghting to find their way,

we were all in a box

with windows and registers and products

of gold for the moment of reveal,

that later would become

just another reminder

of why or because we do feel.

 

I walked through the mall today,

noticed the exit and went about my way.

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Who Do We See?

The other day

shopping at the market,

I watched a crowded disorder,

wanting food,

nourishment, the stuff of champions.

We are all always looking,

trying to find formulaic happiness.

Have a walk and try to look in their eyes,

what we see,

when paying close attention,

while in the grocery store line,

a normal place,

good irony to convince ourselves,

life is finding a common ground.

I took a walk on a sunny afternoon,

the world came alive just in that quick moment

everyone I could see would smile,

breathe in the energy of a day.

At least that’s the way it should be,

in my neighborhood.

I don’t really know about others.

The Darker Reality

 

In America,

We celebrate with a feast

All of our lives

Are wrapped together

In a few hours of dinner celebration

~

In America,

Someone is crying

Alone

Away from the eyes they hide their pain

Hungry

~

In America,

We drive fine vehicles

Wear designer gowns

Winding black ties on our collars

While sipping fine wines

~

In America,

The winds are biting

As a cardboard shelter

Provides little security

The hours creep slowly again

~

In America,

We will shop in droves

Just after midnight

And while a needy soul

Lays nearby, we’ll boast about

Our tent outside of Best Buy

~

In America,

Our lives are no different

In America we love freedom

On Thanksgiving night

In America … pray for us all