Hmmm

Outside, something has been falling.
Rain or snow, I cannot tell.
But something has been falling & falling real hard.
I hope it is food and drink falling from heaven.
it is day 3 or may be 5 since my last meal.
I am hungry, really hungry.
Hunger eats man alive.

It is early spring in Ontario.
Still cold, but I see green of grass
Among the brown leaves of winter.
I see also new buds on the naked branches of trees.
Winter is not wholly gone yet.
The words that I wrote last night
All have melted in the chill of the morning air,
And rise above the horizon as blue mist.
Those were the words about love.

Winter is not wholly gone yet.
SUVs and pickup trucks and their fluorescent head lights
Are speeding fearlessly on the snow-covered Queen E W
Burning holes in the back of my neck
Burning holes in the retina of my eyes.
Man, what are you doing here?
Drive fast or get out of the way.
The meek shall inherit the earth
And inherit they did till
They too turn mighty.
Both meek and mighty –
Life is like an egg balanced
By an uncertain breath
On the tip of a blade of grass.
I don’t drink and drive and
Among them I drive fearlessly on Whiskey highway.
But I like drinking wine, it is like listening Chopin.
It makes me feel fortunate that I have a moment.
A moment of undisturbed living to ponder,
About love without longing.
The words that I wrote last night,
All have melted in the chill of the morning air.
Robins haven’t begun their song.
Although winter is not gone yet
There is still left some unexercised happiness.
Love having fallen from the sky,
Lies melting in my doorway
As a pile of white snow.