An Interlude Amidst a Dissonance
Amidst a dissonance of human sound,
the constant hum of voices as each swarm
of people pushed onto the streets, the pound-
pound-pounding workers made, which like a storm
rained in my ears, my mind‘s eye glimpsed a thing
that could not be of this unholy sphere:
a woman, nymph-like, on a glassy ring
of wintry pond. . . and all that I could hear
was breath of wind, the song to which she danced.
I marveled as she effortlessly spun.
She beckoned me, but then as I advanced,
she gracefully collapsed, her dancing done.
The blaring of a car’s horn jolted me
back into city life’s reality.
June 19, 2016 for The Sounds of Day Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
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