My heart beats . . .
. . . and here’s why.
There is a glow about you,
like an archway above your mind
and all the angels who sing
have claimed to know you
all too well,
like someone who was placed in our lives
for one specific reason,
and eventually revealed
throughout the burdens of time.

1)

I know—
The things I say
are different from the things you hear.
But hey,
in the Land of Interpretation,
misunderstanding is king.
Or perhaps I should say queen,
depending upon the circumstances.

As I see it,
the world moves in pieces,
like a chess board
and so,
the eyes of the misguided
and the people with stalemate minds
will move from one day to the next
just to avoid the reminder
of being in check.

Safe to say . . .
I can be free now, if I choose to be.
Safe to say
that I can walk in any direction
or cross the street
or find a little café
and strike up a conversation
with some out-of-town person
who never saw
The Empire State Building
live and in-person.

1)
March 2024

Yesterday—

It was nice to see the city in the sunlight.
It was nice to see the hint of spring
which should be here soon,
and soon enough, the great thaw will take place
and once more,
we can feel the warmth on our skin
and feel alive.

It is closer to the months of summer now
and perhaps we are closer to the sun yet,
pieces of us
are growing more distant from each other.

I can see us now, as we were, a long time ago
in a lifetime, far, far away.
I can see the past come up in random moments
where random faces of once-known people
pass me by like perfect strangers,
which is fine, I say
because hey . . .
this only shows that our time was temporary.
No, really, it is.

1)

This is to you, who practiced your goodbyes
or to you,
who rehearsed your lines a thousand times,
and yet,
you never took a step in the next direction.

Once more . . .
We find ourselves here again.
And sure,
I see how life is cyclical.
I can see how things change,
or how we go off in different directions,
only to bring us back in full-circle.

And here we are,
looking back in a state which is all too surreal
and all too realistic, but hey
Reality –
It’s a real trip . . .
(Que no?)