love's look

     The morning alarm wakes me from dreamless sleep. The tone seems trivial. I have a sensation that what the day has to offer
will be sundry.      

     I look about my bedroom and although it's laid out with the most modern amenities a New York suite can offer; they seem drab and austere. 
     With a mixture of disdain and perplexity, I rise for morning coffee. I wonder why I'm using bottled water. Rain clouds distribute distilled water throughout the world. Why not here in New York? Why must we tolerate acid rain brought on by pollution?
     Well, we know why don't we? I answer my rhetorical question with silent soliloquy. It's because the world's leaders and general population refuse to deal with the problem using common sense- stop polluting.
     Helpless to my situation, I pour the appropriate volume of water into the coffee machine. There's a better way, but I'm only one man.

     I am helpless, but flesh and blood
my mind overruns and outruns my frail body
my utterly weak and worthless body of flesh
it cannot sustain my wishes,
my wants
it cannot fly as does my mind;
it anchors me down like a leaden chain,
each link like the density of a neutron star 
caught in the hold of a black hole of the blackest black . . .

today, i screamed in torment
today, i heard the dire warning: beware the root of bitterness,
a root which can strangle the only hope of freedom
a poison root that can kill all creativity,
which can dry the innards of the most stalwart man
for without hope, there is no life, but mere existence,
wherein every step, every breath, 
every move aids to kill the soul,
kill the soul and kill it again and again-
and again
hopelessness kills more than acid rain . . . 

in my pain i glanced around by my travels 
through this portion of the day and found a face,
or it found me,
we found each other
a smile, an inviting thing of beauty of a passerby woman,
like a sister
she glanced at me and smiled and rose my hope
it was like a spark of life,
a sign of love, of want, of attraction,
like a magnet to steel,
like a cold hand to a warm glove of fur and soft female skin
all by a look
spirit to spirit
nurture/nature, filled with benevolence, 
with the goodness of a human being
a being who acknowledged a hurting person
by her simple smile in a random place
a random time
and yet, . . .

the flutter of a monarch butterfly affects a profound effect
throughout the universe 
whether it is felt by all or not
her simple smile of indefinable beauty
and potency of effect profound
on me,
brought me around
back on track, 
somewhat on course
to the hope i'd briefly lost 
as measured by my intellect's flutter and dent 
bumped upon by my idea of eternity
if such a look with such a turn
changed my feel in such an instant,
imagine with me what outcome
love's look may change a world