Some days I wake up blessed but go to sleep
far from grace. Other days, the opposite.
The crazy guy in the courtyard doing his crazy
laugh. What’s that about? Babylon.
There’s so much I don’t know.
I don’t sit on my fire escape. I like a nice bench
now and again. A view of the water. Where
is my life. By the rivers of Babylon
the US military lay down camp Alpha
rolling over everything.
What have I learned or forgotten?
Doing what I can for the people.
If I knew the words for music,
I would make some.
This makes me want to rest under a tree and sing David Gray's "Bablyon." Lovley.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Niko. I'd forgotten about that song. I have had a 1970s Babylon song in my head all day, though. ("By the Rivers of Babylon," I think it's called.)
ReplyDeleteThere is a quiet grace in this poem that I really like. Really lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kimberly! I appreciate your reading.
ReplyDeletedoing what you can for the people!
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ReplyDeleteI try.
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