with a gardenia
in your laborer’s hand
you placed the flower
upon her feet
from way behind in the
cool church i went to
think about my
troubles with DMV
a broken AC
a splintered hair
you bowed your head
to reach into a
thread bare breast pocket
and in between your
crackled thumb and
arthritic finger
emerged a picture
of your bye-gone
grand daughter
the miracle of faith
leapt in my heart
peering from the years of worn
child love fills up the aura
God has looked upon me
tiny giant’s hands that have built
epochs and eras of mad love
for life in free range cages
i now come face to face with me
with a perfect mirror and my
fears and crazy inexpressible
love with madness of fever
i at long lost have been
answered
in one single
blink
today i open my eyes and rise to another day. it’s a special day and i am grateful. so many hours, so many days have come and gone. i am grateful for that too. for in that time frame i have become a little wiser or at least better able to survive. i worry that in the process of survival i will forget to dream. you have always cradled my dreams alameda street. today is extra special with Our Lady Queen of Angels hosting all of the believers who also survive in any way they can. i can afford some day-dreaming and wasting of time, but those days are slowly withering away, eroding like the bricks on your side my Lady. with faith you were risen and from these rocks and clay; from faith i was allowed to be born, but a different path had to be followed so that i might be here right now. had a more popular road been chosen for me, i would not be here with you fair Queen. now in your smog and your electric heat and rules and stop lights, i will faithfully rise again tomorrow and spill out unto the alameda once more.
words less spoken 