"Let me take you to a friend of mine..."
Earlier that morning you'd tampered with
The history of your apartment, tired walls
Releasing red China blues and that fine silk
Now of a sudden, in the middle of the city
There is no more noise, traffic disappears
For a miracle moment the crowds are gone
You have taken your pleasures, it's true
And the honesty of your situation is
Daily asking for more melody and light
You look to the West, above the skyscrapers
Pink clouds are moving faster towards you
To the East a three-quarter moon is rising
How much can this be? Where is the rest?
The silence is exceptional. There is a tap
On the arm, "Teacher, what are you doing?"
You point in both directions, maybe smiling.
© 2011 Rob Schackne