NaPoWriMo 2016: Day 28

I stand at the corner of an indoor market

Spend my time casually

Studying people’s shoes.

Adopt the slouch to match.

A surprisingly stylish pair of brown shoes

Keep an old man

And his baggy blue trousers

Shuffling up and down the tiled alleyway.

The roof is a mix of weathered wood and red curves.

Flat caps and memories.

Old

And yet

Still here

Enduring                       as if there was no other way to exist.

At the corner again

I think about bringing you here one day

And pointing out all the people

Like the works of art they have always been

Even when

And especially

When no one was looking

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day Two (for the city of Austin, Texas)

There is a music in these streets

It shifts together like meeting currents.

This drummer hitting old sticks off older buckets.

This singer fighting his way through Springsteen classics.

This guitar player, turning metal strings into electric blues

They swell and fade

And there is no need for sense here

In the passing street

Where the neon lights call out to the electricity in all of us.

There is a beauty in these streets

Beautiful women move casual everywhere!

This beauty is indifferent

It exists without trying (seemingly)

Their smiles are warmer than this Texas sun

They move dresses like fabric breezes

So cool they could freeze a heartbeat.

There is an ordered chaos in these streets

America.

You are a nation of straight lines

These roads do not bend to the earth

I wish I could move through them in circles

Meet these people from a new angle

The Jesus follower missing teeth

The bouncer in love with the rhythm

The charity couple calling out strangers

The waitress impressed by French

The bartender chilling glasses

The driver with the disconnected arm tattoos

The poets drinking ice tea in Styrofoam cups

These lives

They merge together.

Like meeting currents

Beautiful chaos

Music

Life

When the day ends

I wonder if they change at all

 

Dear People…

When I look at you

I see hands

They’re pretty small when you put them against the universe

But they’re big enough to hold the world

So hold it

Like a bear holds his dreams for hibernation

Surprisingly delicate

But still he wakes up every day knowing that he is the badass of the forest

And if he isn’t, well it’s a safe bet that mama bear is picking up the slack

As easily as she picks up salmon

I reckon if a bear could actually talk it would probably tell us to slow down

Take time out of every season to dream.

When I look at you

I see feet

And they could be dancing on mountains

Or curled up in a bed

Either way they’re going to take you places

An avalanche is just a collection of snowflakes seeing how far a single step will take them

So imagine what would happen if you just decided to walk.

When I look at you

I see eyes

And they may be as green as a forest or as blue as the ocean

It doesn’t really matter

But while we’re talking about the ocean, do you know about the mantis shrimp?!

I’ve heard they can see things we can’t even imagine

Which means there are colours in our world

Right now

That we will never be able to describe

And that may sound depressing at first

But it just means that everything around you got a little more magic

Because everything, from sunflowers to train tracks to old people in rocking chairs,

Has a whole host of secret lives and they could be anything to the right person

Or creature.

But when I look at you

I hear a voice

It was small at first but it keeps building

All the while telling me stories like:

I looked up at the sky today

The clouds looked like herds of bison

John Wayne was inside each one of them making them bold

At least he was

Until smokestack cigarettes pushed him out of the picture and into storm grey mornings mourning the time he could make stars disappear

We live like patchwork people

Our stories stitching limbs onto the places we call home

Daring us to recall a time the street lamps didn’t hand out halos for the trees

And like those electric wooden saints it’s time to grow

Time to stretch out every fingertip reaching for that better tomorrow

I swear when I look at you sometimes you’ve already made it

But it’s ok to slow down

To breathe

Let the world catch up

She’s been holding you a long time

Making sure you lived long enough to return the favour

So it’s about time you held her

You’d be surprised how easy it is.