Monday, June 2, 2008

Facing Tompkins Square Park


Ruthless systems generate new weather –
inside, out -- absorb each tiny atmospheric
influence and spin each confluence through
head and body – groin, especially,
and legs – which sometimes fill and beg
with lightning fire, thunder push – powered
high to run: or mush into a muddy done-ness:

dumped into a heavy dark humidity
and dreary warm occlusion of the will: inertia --
flump: but now it's light, inordinately clear:
I face two windows here which give
imagination access to a woods so full
of frilly green you couldn’t possibly imagine
this was yet another New York scene –

not an edifice in sight: just whispers now
and then of taxi engine. I am half between
where I have been and where I’ll be: that is
to say, I am precisely where I always am:
thriving in departing and arriving: moving
to a place where poems grow on every
tree. Just wait and watch. You’ll see.



see 'hare krishna tree' pic & article on the park beneath it:

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