March 7, 2015

I Notice the Breeze as I Walk. {Poem}


I come from a world of GladWare

and Spy ware
and cable
The land of plastic, anthrax, cosmo
and reality T.V.
Where life is about high-speed
net work plans
and commercials.
The city of car bombs
Dirty bums, plaid pleated skirts
and gum covered sidewalks
The state of traffic, stress disorders
anxiety attacks—pill poppers
road blocking
and complaints to city hall
We measure ourselves by pay checks
and home wrecks, vandals and divorce
The place where anorexia and McDonald’s coexist.
With smog and bumper stickers
weed whackers and computer hackers
Prada purses and pick pockets
Front row seats and back alleys
Tax cuts, and lay offs
and offices with too little space.
and complaints when our coffee
has no foam.
A society where bitter closed off people
buy into chick flicks
And parents crowd their kids with visual clutter
and wonder where ADD comes from
I am not a revolutionary.
The outcasts
are just as conventional
as the “yes men”
I come from “privilege”
and I have shared a room with two people
A toast to the modern world.
To the wonder that the world makes of my life.
And I participate
and am guilty

I notice the breeze as I walk
I have not forgotten how a fresh pad of paper
feels to be written for the first time.
I make cookies
from scratch
I don’t pretend to
Have all the answers
I don’t blame
the media
I don’t claim
and I don’t believe
In Fairy Tales
But I do Trust
That Love exists
And when life falls apart
I don’t look at my bank account
I simply breathe
and let sound escape.
I don’t blame the
and I don’t mistrust
The stranger
I cant claim ownership
to my own prosperity
Nor do I wish
For anything to go any faster.
But I
am not
what you think I am.


Relephant read:

When Fairy Tales Imitate Life. 


Author: Clare Lopez

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: flickr

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