A Tree Lives in the Bowery

 At the corner of First and Second Avenues

Its roots bound by asphalt and cementitious material

Trampled by shoes of locals and tourists looking for something 

Or nothing at all

Trucks reverberate in its core; motion a constant

The graffiti covered trunk nonetheless grows upwards toward the light of the sun and the fluorescence that never ceases

The beat of the city constant as a heart’s 

Its survival unlikely and surprising

Such chaos, no order, noise and sound buzzes ceaselessly downtown in Manhattan

A car slams on the brakes at the stoplight parallel, not a moment too soon, others too late

No surprise to the tree that lives in the Bowery

Untitled … unfinished?

 

Take the Train

 The trembling rumble of the train and

Soft hiss of the air flow

Remind me that movement is constant and good

 Taking us somewhere new, some destination with experiences to come which could not have been before boarding.

To remain stagnant is to not change, not progress, not evolve.

We must rumble forth, take the next step, and

Choose which stop is best

 When the meat of the heart 

Wants the meat of some heart

More than once

It grows

And wants

What it wants

Path of the tarot

 We ride the wave and flow

I am in control

of my

soul

Source

Spirit

Reaching for divine guidance

One with the Great Spirit

We ride the wave and flow

Please, please, please let Langston Hughes’s words written in 1936 ring true in the 2020s

“O, let America be America again— / The land that never has been yet— / And yet must be—the land where every [hu]man is free.”