Monday, April 26, 2010

Brooklyn Flowers

How wonderful it is that there are people
who jump up and down when you enter the room
ready to work the kinks out of your muscles say
or entertain you with magic and technology
not so much as a distraction but as a reward
for the effort of simply putting one foot in front
of the other because the struggle is that huge
the weight of water is not that of air
and still we are skin bags of both
and can only dream of flight or a quiet
cabin in the woods lunching on birds
never flying with them above some particle
board the green below so vivid you have to
sort of walk away and weep joyfully
into your opened hands the tears gathering in the creases
of each palm rolling onto your wrists
you can go home again but you will be broken
open all salty and lived-in ready for some new flight
not away but into these Brooklyn flowers
where ease isn't magic it's just ease.


Anonymous Kimberly said...

My new favorite Todd Colby poem . . . thank you for these beautiful words on a slightly bruised, yet tingling, Monday morning!

10:05 AM  
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Blogger Todd Colby said...

Thanks Kimberly! And thanks for the music too! I hope all is well with you.

5:37 AM  

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