I may have found the answer

I'm walking in the park leisurely

to look around calmly, to see the birds clearly,

to hear the kids at play, to wittness the promenade

in real time as it happens, to sit on a bench musing on Seurat.

maybe I remember something while piecing together

the fragments of a dream seemed broken and senseless

the long night before.

now there are kites flying nearby colorfully zig-zagging

on currents of air conned by the grace and guidance

of nine year old boys who care nothing of motorized flight.

the kites soar and dive as if possessing an awareness of self,

make tactile sounds of their papers stressed and strung to the armatures..

call them ribs, call them lungs–– they have tails.

interlude:

the birds climbing for altitude sometimes fly too close

and into the suck of the intake engines of jetliners

causing unimaginable grief among the loved-ones.

end the interlude.

it’s a pleasant morning with layers of light and natural calmness

amid structures built with bridge and river views at the northern face,

the cool-blue womb of home which within the hour could hold the answer.