poetry
water mirror
water magic mirror beneath the moon
stillness flickers in the river
which is real? I wonder
cracked pavement and rust
only adds to the beauty
I want to run into that other world
beneath flickering river
beneath sorrow
we are like that water
hard to tell if it's the same world
or another
everything shifting
what looks solid, shimmers
edges give way to movement
light comes to life
and all the while the ripples we make
slowly, so slowly
change the shore
which is real? hard to tell
does it matter?
we are the flickering water
turn it upside-down and everything changes
fear into compassion, new into old
I wish so hard, so hard
that this could be my place
this city where graffiti and baroque live side-by side
this city of immigrants and downtrodden
so beautiful in its tarnish
I wish this could be my place
but it is not
it is not
so hard to accept it
another dream sacrificed beneath the moon
and again I wander