Sidewalk Cracks

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.

Photo of the author by Rachel Brennecke