Around and around, inward revolutions
Inward and around, still increasing speed
To you and around, won't you join her?
This night:
I saw a woman spinning
on the street corner
like a Brooklyn dervish,
holey sneakers
smoothing the concrete,
kicking up gravel
and old candy wrappers
I saw a woman spinning
on the street corner
like a Brooklyn dervish,
holey sneakers
smoothing the concrete,
kicking up gravel
and old candy wrappers
This, the story
of her life:
ecstatic visions
born of mean streets,
now muttering mantras
One of a choir
of her life:
ecstatic visions
born of mean streets,
now muttering mantras
One of a choir
all
unheard & unheeded—
again and again
unheard & unheeded—
again and again
for so long,
why expect
different this evening?
why expect
different this evening?
I try to listen,
I want to see
what I might learn
but quickly find
I lack the vocabulary:
I want to see
what I might learn
but quickly find
I lack the vocabulary:
palms too soft,
my shirt cuffs
are unfrayed
my shirt cuffs
are unfrayed
I have nothing to offer
but cold change
culled from couch cushions
but cold change
culled from couch cushions
I wouldn’t dare interrupt.