|photo by James Rainsford|
and we are still asking the same questions
about when life begins
who controls the decision---
& i have no answers,
it doesn't end there, as we ask it again
throughout our lives, "Am I alive?"
and does that mean
something more than breathing?
does it have to do with making a living?
can we cobble it together like Frankenstein
and hope for lightning? i am---
out back a small brick church,
on 12th street, after a meeting and this odd gaited guy
in a mustard colored Yankee cap, cracks wide
a toothy crease in his mahogany face and rasps
"i love to dance. i means it's just good
(to dance) even if it's only with your own shadow.
we forget that. i forgot that,"
then ambles on down the sidewalk,
caster wheels on his junk filled grocery cart,
squeak, squeak, squeak-ing
well after he is out of sight---
against the ebony, stars shine a little bit
brighter, and i whistle all the way
to my car, to come home
only later realizing it was El Debarge
as you smile in your special way.
Today at dVerse Poets, James Rainsford is hosting Poetics and inspiring us with some of his wonderful photographic art. Pub opens at 3 pm EST---see you there.
lyrics of Who's Johnny? by El Debarge, from the soundtrack of Short Circuit