THIS IS ONE OF 20 RANDOM LITTLE STORIES I’M POSTING (OK THIS ONE’S MORE OF A PROSE POEM) IN ADVANCE OF MY 20-YEAR ANNIVERSARY IN NEW YORK CITY, WHICH WILL HIT IN THE FALL OF 2013. CLICK HERE FOR MORE BACKGROUND, AND FEEL FREE TO SHARE YOUR OWN STORIES IN THE COMMENTS – RANDOMER THE BETTER!
see the winking grains of silver scattered wide,
embedded across a velvet-tucked sky.
Lamp posts stick upright, buried in cotton clouds of mist.
still so still
silent as milk edged with
the tartness of fear
no choice but to stay alert, surrounded as we are
by more than the cacophonous pageant of day.
We are hunting,
halo’d with dew from early morning
sleeping with shoulders wedged against stone,
tilting our heads to listen as voices spiral up from the stage,
knitting our lives in the unsaid space between thoughts spoken aloud.
These leafy forays, underscored by ridiculous legend,
new names pasted over our old ones, are a test.
Drawn through the Park’s great heart,
trees rustling like a constant breath,
we are challenged by doubt, bound by sudden joy,
awed by the endless depth of the unknowable.
Everything will change inside its walls.
Under evaporating dark we emerge, high with swagger and grateful.