Sunday, April 14, 2013


What are the words to forget how many
movements over earth orchestrate oceans,
trouble is no one especially cares
to look past night anticipating day,

there are only so many lost cities
resurrected by never being found,
whose living few hide the many from sight,
beauty’s difficulty when left to chance,

streets swarming with souls huddling under eaves
waiting for storms that may not start or end,
lines in bodies filled with lives being lived,
one way to know how old a body is,

who do not need to look to see themselves 
being seen by strangers who want to fill
their own skin saying only what they feel,
who arrive or leave when it comes time to,

no one sleeping, waking, or giving birth,
who know pain can never bring happiness,
lovers being most alive when they love,
dying numb in a frenzy of feeling,

hours passing before returning unchanged,
if you are not here you would be somewhere
the moon turns into sun, the sun back to moon,
seas waking at dusk moving until dawn.

(6 April 2013: II)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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