The city vibrant,
loud and familiar.
The moon watches over us
knowingly lighting our way.
A homeless man,
laying on the ground
holding a cup
while he recites poetry
about a yellow canoe.
Schizophrenic or prehaps
he is saner than all of us.
His voice loud and clear
I am filled with emotion,
tears well up
of old wounds
I have forgotten.
At the museum
we explore the beauty,
a little boy
while he hangs on his mother's arm
as if he was drowing
and she is his life preserver.
My thoughts drift
to sleepless nights,
I look away and
fight the tears
because I love you more
than you can ever understand.
Our time brief,
this is where I want to be
in this beautiful city that
you call home.
You work from ten to seven
caring for humanity
while the moon crawls to greet me
through the window.
I sleep and dream
of my wide eyed boy
tending to those never cared for
uprooted and lost.
The past is calling
but I choose today
I choose this moment
bittersweet yet glorious.
At dVerse Abhra has us writing about places around the world where we want to be, for me it was Boston for a brief visit with my son and my future daughter in law. I am sharing a link to my interview with the lovely Laurie Kolp at dVerse yesterday. http://dversepoets.com/2014/06/16/pretzels-bullfights-spotlights-ayala-zarfjian/
thanks for a great interview...smiles.ReplyDelete
and i think i want to sit and listen to the homeless man a bit
cause i sometimes think they might be a bit saner than the rest anyway.
smiles...and i will take today, anyday as well...
Yes....and thank you Brian! :)Delete
loved your interview!ReplyDelete
Thank you !Delete
Could be saner indeed haha sure helping all, but yuck to those hoursReplyDelete
:) Yes...yuck to all those hours :)Delete
I really see another dimension in your writing after reading the interview.. I can clearly see the need of staying in the here and now.. sounds like you had a wonderful time with your son...ReplyDelete
Thank you so much. I did...I am happy just to be with him even though he insisted on entertaining me .Delete
I am like Björn. Yesterday's interview adds a new dimension to your poem. I was moved by what the mother and little boy evoked for you and enjoyed the subtle portrait you drew of your son in this poem.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Gabriella. It gave me a moment of reflection and it was bittersweet. I am grateful yet sometimes it's hard......Delete
Definitely a bittersweet moment beautifully captured.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Vanessa. :)Delete
smiles... a lovely interview... and sometimes i think some of the homeless are indeed saner than us... lovely that your boy is doing such an awesome job in caring for the sick and injuredReplyDelete
Yes, I agree... :) and thank you, Claudia.Delete
Yes..loved this - so tender so sweet. I, too, love Boston - my deceased husband loved it much - He went to MIT and we would go on July 4th for the fireworks and the patriotism.. it was our wedding anniversary as well. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Sounds amazing...Boston so beautiful !Delete
A stream of sincere words - very nice.ReplyDelete
Lovely poem, and I loved your interview yesterday.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much. I appreciate it.Delete
Bittersweet and glorious describes this piece! Beautiful!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jenny.Delete
Thank you, Jenny.Delete
Yes, you capture a bittersweet moment so very well.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Freya.Delete
Love the humanity that you infuse in describing the homeless man. Well done, Ayala.ReplyDelete
I am off now to check out your interview.
Thank you, Rudri. I appreciate what you said about my dad. xoxoDelete
Bittersweet glorious true!ReplyDelete
ALOHA from Honolulu
Thank you, Cloudia.Delete
Yes... no doubt he was saner than all of us... and ugh, ya know it's that easy... choose today; so simple... It's us who make itReplyDelete
complicated. The past can have a loud scream at times, but the now, the present will always be the loudest - if you listen, not just hear.
True..the present the loudest if we listen to it. I like that. :)Delete
How totally lovely. It feels that each one that is "here" is home--the homeless man with the poem, the mother and son in the museum, the past with your son and the present. It is so important to choose here and now! Thank you, and once again for the interview.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Susan both for this and the interview comment. Lovely thoughts here.Delete
So poignant - home is indeed where the people we love are... we can make a home anywhere as long as we have them. Lovely and made me all thoughtful and emotional!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Marina. Yes...home is definitely with the ones we love.Delete
Laurie always does a masterful job with those interviews; thanks for sharing so much with the rest of us; and yes, we must see beneath, behind, within those folks others do not recognize, or acknowledge; something so very maternal about this poem, made me miss my own mother, long past away, but never forgotten.ReplyDelete
Sweet that it made you think of your mom. I am touched. I had a friend in his seventies and his mother passed away when she was over ninety and he wept like a little boy when he told me. No matter how old we are or how long it's been since our parents passed, I believe that we remember and long for them.Delete
a beautiful and comforting place to be &your wonderful interview definitely add more to this spontaneous flow...a lovely write Ayala....ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sumana. You are kind.Delete
Beautiful, free-flowing and heart-warming - a lovely world you create Ayala. Great piece.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Abhra.Delete
Gr8 home is where we start life and the best place to be.,ReplyDelete
From the opening to the closing, such a beautiful case for living in the moment--"bittersweet yet glorious."ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jennifer.Delete
He sounds like a fine man who reflects his mother's caring ways.ReplyDelete
A profound poem Ayala
Thank you, Leslie. :)Delete
My heart started beating faster with the closing stanza and your choice to choose the here and now. Incredible closing Ayala.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Keith . :)Delete
wonderful details in this... family is so homeReplyDelete
Yes..family is home-thanks.Delete
Very nice Ayala! Moments like these in life are indeed "bittersweet and glorious"...well said!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jen.Delete
You have done well raising your boy. :-)ReplyDelete
I understand how we would chose to be with our children. I just tried to sell my house for over a year, so I could move close to my only daughter. This was unsuccessful. I'm back in my old house again, wishing i could have my daughter near. Ahhhhh, motherhood.ReplyDelete
Your pride in your son is obvious and letting them do what they have set out to do and not interfering unless they ask is so wise...he is a gift.ReplyDelete