In Concert With Nature

I’ll be in my room alone,

Leaving one shore for another,

I’ll make sure my writing pad,

And Song Of Solomon is with me,

As we say good-bye for now,

Don’t forget our three part harmony,

You I and the early bird outside,

A classical band,

Won’t you be holy when I see you again,

I’ve prayed that prayer for years now,

While you slept at night,

Although I know that I can’t baptize you,

I know that if I went to the mineral pool enough,

One day you would wonder where I was,

Come looking for me like love,

Spotting you before you noticed me,

You recognized my inner cry,

Saw me standing on the dock,

With you with my eyes closed,

With you when we are far apart,

Every post meridian,

Every ante,

But a traveling man like myself,

Don’t make a good husband,

Especially to someone who needs a fixing,

Live a little longer and time becomes precious,

We lay this broom down,

And jump,

I say that’s a fine I do.

I’m not missing the boat though,

With crystal champagne flute glasses,

Men and women with their white coats checked,

If you’re not ready to give up,

What keeps us living in poverty,

With your actions and not just your words,

As you work in a shop,

With no AC,

My dwindling dreams of leaving,

To meditate in the mountains,

With a full time job,

And full time school schedule,

Will leave us on the field planting crop,

Longer than we can endure being tied up,

Trying to find a way through every tunnel,

A doctor came and said I was handsome,

Told me to put down the garden tools,

That day I was supposed to leave on the doctor’s boat,

Is the day you decided to come to the pool,

Sweat dripped from your forehead,

Drenched as if you took a swim,

Just to see me watching a fantasy ride off,

I standing alone at the sea,

Praying to God,

To not give me a guilt complex,

I closed my eyes to see.

A breeze blew by,

And filled my nose with the scent of our home,

I heard the familiar Negro hymn from you,

The white seagull joined in,

A uncontrolled smile came over my face,

As I opened my eyes,

To see the fire you prepared,

I waltz to you,

Avoiding the broken glass in the sand,

You pass me the can opener,

And I sit at the pot of boiling water,

To make the beans soft,

You set two plates,

Placed the beans and handed me my own,

The seagull got closer,

Before I could reach in your back pack,

I let your hand tap me,

Like I was surprised,

To turn around and see dough from your shop,

Unspoken confirmations,

That I may not find on the other side,

Someone that knows,

I speak to the bird through my mind,

He’s a guest in my poem,

Felt like I let the band down,

When I let go the fruit on the boat,

That’s now out of sight,

Passed the horizon,

The masculinity fell,

For I dreamt all of this,

And now I finally see the fantasyland is make believe,

For life to seem a little better,

Acting as Jehova’s witness,

Chatter about muses,

The hymns down in my soul,

That loosens me in the ghetto,

While I water the new seeds,

With every lesson learned.