Old woman I have never met laughs too loudly
in a coffeeshop and doesn't care;
dies in another year, I never said hello.
Young girl gets raped,
stands outside the clinic post-op, weeps.
Picket protest sign in hand, I shout a slogan,
spit into her old, old eyes.
What was her name, again?
God damn it, she's the child I'm campaigning for!
Small boy chases a bright ball, I run and shout.
Oncoming traffic cuts the air,
ball explodes under a black tire.
Sidewalk holds a living boy
staring open at a frightened man,
bright wonder in his eyes.
He is me.
Stepping carefully across cracked pavement,
tears blurring up vision; feel like every Zen master
who has suddenly attained enlightenment.
Old man I've never been
laughs too loudly in a coffeeshop
and doesn't care.