Return To Neighborhood

RETURN TO NEIGHBORHOOD A tiny speck in this vast world I zoom in from far above Growing… Growing… Plummet right in! Hit full grown – a giant jumbled kid Sucking on his pen Eyes far away Wild! And I am really there Dead center That point Thought spread in all directions Time’s troubadour singing There is this child alive within It’s not a cry exactly More he resides on the set with the rest of you Calling forth sound Colors Aromas Live sidewalks Uneven line of rooftops Sweep of trees Automobiles Short lines of speech Music – a cacophony! With ghostly personalities hovering Black windows Always that youthful whir Blending of limbs Sitting right up there with eyes ears forehead brains A naughty innocence defying description It rests yet stirs always It’s who you are You are neighborhood All the smells sounds colors dirt tears Leaping joys! A film shrouding I fit so tightly So charmingly young