Metrosphere 2004-2005
The Park
Walking through the park this morning
My feet shuffled through the park this morning
My head was lowered, looking at my liquid-filled shoes
I was still sluggish with sleep
And the rain last night still shook the ground cold
I saw him
Standing in front of the sun
Like its shadow
Both grinning
Teeth showing.
He was sitting
On a glistening park bench
His arms were bare, coatless.
Homeless?
Stupid?
Crazy?
-But then I saw it
His silver needle
Pointing,
Turning,
Puncturing
His arctic white, trembling arms
He could hardly keep it steady,
This needle
As big and blaring
As a child's first shot.
And the sun shone on it
As if
It
Were
A
Sliver
Of
God.