You look into the cracks
Sidewalks cracks
Walking along the path
Seeking revelation or spare change?
There's broken glass there too so watch out
Don't become wounded or at least
Any more wounded than you are all ready
And your shoes are looking mighty poor and over worn now the sole all flapping
Now that I take the time to assess and scrutinize
Your face and visage too
So lined with pain and fatigue
Walking along slowly
Seeking validation or bus fare you bend all stooped
Looking into cracks sidewalk cracks
All the children laugh and point dirty fingers
Scoff away though pal
Scoff away
Keep those unruly brats at bay
Revelation though you know?
Found any yet?
I seek it too
How about in the stars?
Or tea leaves
You like loose tea leaves to drink
Any fortunes therein?
That drink is good you boom at me
It gets rid of the poison and bile inside
But revelation not so much
Nor fortune
Still I seek unhurriedly and I listen
If the gods want to speak to me
Or demons or fates
I'd make them a nice tea for the effort
For our repast
I would enjoy that
Talking with gods or demons or other
Over a nice cup of loose green tea
Better than this limp conversation
With fools like you my son
At any rate
You interrupt my walking
Looking into
Sidewalk cracks
By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.
