hearts can see

in this concrete, and its rolling steel,
this incessant clutter of continuous motion…
in the rushing hours of my city…
you either get in line or get out of the way.
there are though, many among us

living thinly on the margin,
who would, gladly…
if they only could. the
permanently uninvited, the lost
who never quite or never will…

and whether
you despise a job
or can’t wait to clock in
there is unspoken comfort
in belonging…in the queue…

of even a small cog
in something much larger…
i notice the, outside looking in…
i’m drawn to them, sigh a hopeful prayer to
those who can’t yet find a reason, untethered… because

i was them…but
the rushing hour is no time
for quiet contemplation… i sit
parked at the corner of four lanes
of one of the busiest thoroughfares in this city

i’d rather not call home. a couple walking by
clasped in an old fashioned arm-in-arm embrace
bouncing in their step and from the
waist up view i had through my windshield, they were
salt and pepper haired, past middle age.

and oh did they ever have so much to say!
their heads were bobbing, mouths moving
and walking their perfect unison. joyously oblivious…
i smiled to myself, ‘they really are in love’.
and it’s a funny thing,

we can always spot two people in love…
they turned, stopped at the corner and
he was slow swaying listening to her every word,
to the steady beat of her heart…as she
reassured her ponytail was perfectly in place.

as minutes ticked by, suddenly seeing
the two white canes brushing across the curb, waiting.
a smile replaced by concern they might
attempt to cross 4 lanes of rush hour traffic.
so, me watching the stoplight digits count down

5, 4, 3….my hand on the door
ready to intervene, help if i could but
i stopped myself… i had to,
because trust really is such a fragile thing….
2,1…and charging across the road they went

without even a care in this world, not
missing a single word of conversation, heads bobbing again
their love locked arm in arm, open heart to open heart. i watched,
exhaled, and saw them disappear slowly into the cool, close
shadow of tree canopy along the narrow street.

.
.
.
Don’t Dream It’s Over
Hey now, hey now
Don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now
When the world comes in
They come, they come
To build a wall between us
We know they won’t win
.

11 thoughts on “hearts can see

  1. A lovely wistful poem~ loved it! love how you were ready to protect them just in case, ~I’ve done that myself when I see children on dangerous streets…

    • yes, i guess it was protective that i felt, i’ve felt similar to you with children on the streets near traffic, chasing balls across the street….ty Michelle, for your compliments and encouragement, i reall do appreciate it. *smiles*

  2. there is unspoken comfort
    in belonging…in the queue…”

    Bull’s eye! It is beautifully carved!

    • ty for this wonderful compliment, you warm this heart.

      when the world economy crashed in’07, i lost my line cook
      jobs in the same week, and spent the next 2+ years without work.
      the first time in my entire adult life i wasn’t working, and i
      would sit on our back porch watching all the cars leave for
      work in the morning. it was from that experience, that i took
      for granted, that i began to understand the alienation of
      not belonging.

  3. beeseeker says:

    “the permanently uninvited”
    was arrested by that line…
    Still trying to figure out if that’s a group to belong to – or not.
    This is a very special poem and I identify deeply with the whole thing.
    Brilliantly phrased, thank you.

    • ‘Still trying to figure out if that’s a group to belong to – or not.’

      well, i was seemingly a lifetime member, an outside looking in for so much of my life. except for a random act of serendipity, that my partner and i ended up at a party both of us had not planned to attend, heck, i’d probably still be there. i’m not sure how or why of very much, all i know is that i never stopped looking, i just never gave up on that dream that there was someone….

      beeseeker, i’m not sure how to tell you how moving your comments are to me, ty brother.

  4. Oloriel says:

    Such a beautifuly poignant piece, I could recognise myself in the words. I struggle greatly with just letting my son be careless, I am always on alert to grab him,take him.

    • yes, i really know what you mean, i was that way with Cbear when she was younger. and thank you Oloriel.

      oh, and i have a report from Lolla…Cbear is still walking on air. she and her mom, who i giva a lot of credit to, stayed the entire 12 hours. she heard Band of Horses, she adores and the last song they played she had her pleas answered, Imagine Dragons, whose power went out but were fantastic, a dozen other bands and Lana Del Ray closed out the night in what she said, was just an incredible performance, short but phenomenal.

      she’s a trooper!

  5. excellent in its cohesiveness and iambic sounds! sorry I have missed your recent posts, just arrived from the hospital ~ hopefully I’ll catch up.

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