Sunday, November 11, 2018

stop to breathe



‘creative writing’ has become my breath
while relating to people to find something
common like the ‘Good Samaritan’ sympathetic
to man stuck on road from Jerusalem to Jericho

speaking hence to Amber, Ashley, Arsha
Brian, Brenda, Bethusha, Beeby, Benji
and other children screaming and shouting
as they run to the ice cream vendor

and i stop not so much to fix the jammed
ice cream car, knowing well my ignorance
of motor mechanics, but to feel the pain
of man stuck on roads

and admire his patience and persistence
to make the machine work
though he carries not the tools
but a heart for children of rich shy folks

drowning in self-sufficiency
considering themselves more important
than a bard who stops to record
the pulsating heart; nay, to breathe!

henry victor    02.09.2002




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