running from is running to
Running from is running to
It begins with the primeval rhythm just below the city, a murky light sneaking into the cool darkness,
Then,
You, eyes opening, the half-drawn curtains,
in that dream between dreams,
where the the hum of the fan whispers seductively the heartbeat of the earth,
-a single bird song-
and a star hung low, throbbing in the east
from one dream
you are borne into another until
From that quiet night you slip out, tie laces, inhale, door opens, step quickens, pulse races, and the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
Even in a land as squandering and sprawling as Los Angeles
the human world slumbers,
except for you,
and the rhythm
the rhythm
the rhythm
you and the plumeria
you and the sprinklers
you and the crows
you, entering a treelined sidewalk
cracked and bulging
high summer, flowers sickly sweet
breath
you and the sunlight spreckling your face
burst forth from that shade
breathe into this bright sun
find this morning
run
this running from
is running to
let the beauty of a city awakening
wash you clean
these words
they are always the same
this breath
it is always new
-eem
It begins with the primeval rhythm just below the city, a murky light sneaking into the cool darkness,
Then,
You, eyes opening, the half-drawn curtains,
in that dream between dreams,
where the the hum of the fan whispers seductively the heartbeat of the earth,
-a single bird song-
and a star hung low, throbbing in the east
from one dream
you are borne into another until
From that quiet night you slip out, tie laces, inhale, door opens, step quickens, pulse races, and the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
Even in a land as squandering and sprawling as Los Angeles
the human world slumbers,
except for you,
and the rhythm
the rhythm
the rhythm
you and the plumeria
you and the sprinklers
you and the crows
you, entering a treelined sidewalk
cracked and bulging
high summer, flowers sickly sweet
breath
you and the sunlight spreckling your face
burst forth from that shade
breathe into this bright sun
find this morning
run
this running from
is running to
let the beauty of a city awakening
wash you clean
these words
they are always the same
this breath
it is always new
-eem