as I people-
stare and listen
to three, for-
ever-
y-one, two, three,
for
instance I see in
them what they see I count
one, to
see the sounds of
the city that is my
rhythm, my
rhythm, my
rhymes, running in
my backyard in this city I see
visions and people
who stare and listen and count
two, three,
for-ever,
they count for the
love, for the hope, for the rituals
of their daily
lives and I see in them
dancers and singers
and life and they sigh,
they exhale out
their troubles and times and they count,
I
people-watch they
listen they watch back they
watch their backs
they stay they
say they tell the
world of their daily tasks they sigh themselves out of themselves and I
listen to them,
listen one, to
their steps on the
ground that soaks them up inside without them realizing
or being grateful
for something
steady underneath their feet,
I listen to their
steps and their sighs of relief and their eyes,
their eyes speak in
their absence of tears,
I people
watch
the streets, people
watch their streets,
people watch their
steps and count their troubles but not their
bridges, not their
blessings, not the blood that streams inside,
I watch them
people-watch themselves,
I listen,
I let them step on the
cracks and they watch themselves stay steady,
I
let them fall. I,
people watch the
streets of this place that is my home,
they watch me run
and watch themselves in their daily lives
and I see in them
creativity and
imagination and hope but they
sigh themselves out
of themselves and they count
one, two, three,
forever they count
and it never ends
and i
see them,
and I run,
and perhaps they
listen
or perhaps they
feel
that I watch people
and do my best to
hear them in between their silences,
in between their
steps,
in between their
thoughts that they
think they think in their minds but if you listen,
if you count with
the path,
if you know how to
ask you will hear
one, two, three,
four-ever,
you will hear and
you will listen that with my steps,
I thank the ground,
and perhaps my
message will trickle like water through the earth underneath,
it will slowly reach
their feet,
the feet of those people
whom I people watch the ground that they step on,
and perhaps the
next time they step and they count,
they will do so for
their blessings,
and they will thank
the ground for staying steady,
for letting them
fall softly,
and perhaps the
time after that the message that trickles through the earth underneath will be
stronger
and clearer
and they will
listen to themselves counting twos and threes and forevers of gratitude
of the ground that
can hold all of our weight together,
and the added
tension of our exhaled sighs of troubles.
so to make things
lighter,
the water will
trickle through the earth,
I will people watch
people watch people watch the earth
and thank it,
and thank the
dancers that step upon it,
and thank the
listeners who spread the word.
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