4d • Poetry
Just I
Out on the desert
As the sandy windstorm blows
With singular purpose
She walks alone
She pulls in the very gravity
From the center of the earth
To her small open hands
Searching for her homeland
She raises her eyes to the sky
And lets her message fly
Come and find me
Her I am
Just I.
On a tropical island far away
She sways softly to the island rhythms
Barefoot on the white sandy beach
She throws her head back and with passion she spins around
But she has not been found
the music is her now
She lifts her hands
And send her message out again
Come and find me
Here I am
Just I.
In a rainforest on a mountain lush and green
Somewhere in the forest trees
She bends down on knee, gentle and low
how much farther will her searching go
Helping a small child to his feet
Big brown eyes, swollen belly and broken teeth
he stands by her side, but is not her own
And she bows her head and cries for home
as words fail the tears will call
send her message out once more
To the tribe she is searching for
Come and find me
Her I am
Just I
On a local city street in a smoky jazz club she serves drinks
All the lonely people come and sit snapping fingers and talk of politics religion art passion and love
From the corner," happy Valentine's day" is heard
She sees a couple smiling
nto the bathroom before they see her crying
the open neon sign outside is lying flashes on and off reflected in the mirror and she raise her chin and wipes her eyes and sends out her message in the night
Come and find me
It is me
I am still here
Just I.
On a cold winters day she walks through the the icy park, a sole figure in the dark, dried leaves crunch under shoes and whip around but the people keep buying the news at cirner stands with dirty hands
They don't stop but they stare Bs rhe mive along
They don't know her song
NNo good soul to sstop and sympathasize
She sees a sea of faces but finds no traces
If friendship or live that she would recognize
At the red light corner she stares at the crossing lines, the emptiness if a million lives she feels and to them she is invisible unreal
Just a whisper s gift into the city noise
Bevause her soul still believes ini it
and sends her message out into the concrete vvoid
Come and find me here I am
It's just me again
With tears of hope in her eyes
One day years later she is old and tired and still alone
Wuth weaker body and tired bones
With dusty journaks stacked by the
She went to the bed to retire
And as she lays herself down to sleep
she knew it now as she always knew when
And time decided she wouldn't rise again.
The end.
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