light enters (a coming genesis)

a totality of light

encroaches on the hungry allness

of emptiness

small furry things

eyes that wake

stomachs rise and fall

with tiny breaths

puffs sufficient

to tickle your cheek

mighty enough

to enliven miracles

our lives, too

rise with the chorus

we play our parts

and that is enough

thinking ourselves more, well

that is too much

have you been to America

"Have you been to England, America?" -- potbellied man from the train, The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri

once,

once I traveled to America

a fetus, a born-babe

grew to dream of Britain

of the Beatles, the Tower of London

the terror of everything I met here

more, of what I didn't

drove me inside myself

I fought to reach her outstretched hand

to embrace her sweet grace

and now, I am leaving

only 3 decades left, probably, no more

you would think that's enough

you don't know how tepid this slow, mild turtle

I have so many places to visit yet

the terror drives me inside

she teaches me

to reach for my dream

inside this dream

blue cafe 5

There is a young man

Playing guitar,voice

Like the calling out

Of a temple bell

There is a street preacher here too

Reading from the Bible

Louder and louder

To 3 young women

Who sit with him

Listen, part of them

Wants to give attention

To "Everybody's Talking at Me"

And "Nadine", and the young man

With the scruffy beard

And sparse mustache

Is singing, " it's not

How it seems

In the afterglow"