Reflections on Connections

Reflections

on Connections

 

Slowly moving in the rapids of traffic

with thousands of iron horses flowing along

from all directions to the city by the mighty lake

the journey point being to honor a disaster’s wake

 

A winding procession of aggressions

jockeying and advancing back and forth

to gain another’s passing minute

crazed minds and wills are dead set

 

In the distant - walls of tall buildings

standings of concrete, steel, iron, glass

edifices raping the lakefront ground

scraping divinity back down from heaven’s bound

 

Time is time of contemplating

while a poet speaks of the roadless lands of Columbia

and how teaching the art of laundry

leaves murderers in rivers of quandary

 

Destiny and journey arrive to entrances of feign

where dungeon garages are fill with poisoning fumes

yet a butterfly clings on to my dear wife

and thus, we set it free outside to breathe a good life

 

The noises are abuzz in mazes of traffic flights

their penetrating sounds are abhorrently loud

horns insisting, engines idling gasses, sirens blaring

purpose and intention have no harmony or bearing

 

Unimaginable smells permeate the air

and aromas of passersby identify odors and perfumes

lovely and handsome walkers strolling by

while zombie like commuters are on a perpetual fly

 

Native and foreign voices and accents intertwine

with words of conversations and imaginations

some are business minded most are romantics

thinking of jovial spendings in a summer night’s antics

 

While still there are the downtrodden looking lost

and vagabonds sitting at curbs asking for a dollar

hundreds of stories all converging to a place near the park

where children play underneath the water fall in lark

 

Summer concert playing underneath the open sky

where public grounds bring together sculpture and nature

the lawns filled with blankets of lovers enjoying endearments

while listening to classic composer arrangements

 

Dusk’s gentle dimming relents its mood to the heightened night life

of garrulous party animals that wine and dine under the city lights

at a tree tavern loft where the lakefront’s gentle breezes

kiss the bare skin gently to sooth and tease

 

Venturing out well beyond the safe and comfort of the shore

to seek adventure and to find the lore

what words can be lost if no one remembers their connections

such as life and death tied to survivors and their reflections