Tour Guide

For Gef. Written when he was just a little guy...

Tour Guide

 

My little man is

pointing at     the moon     white, fat

crescent shines on    

as we do     what we want.  

Is it far enough     away to survive?

Does it recognize   the murmurs

you make    that

you point not as an assassin,

but as a tourist,     or better yet

our tour guide,    reminding us

of what we forget we have.

That light of joy    right now

blooms upone your face    a little

rosy half-moon.

 

 

Credits:

Originally published in The City/Country Poet's Guide to Old Forge, NY: Memories of Great Times. Also included in Small Towns Are Not So Small (Jan. 2008)

 

Reviews

[V]

where you made your line breaks messed with me a little...i like the theme you went with ...looking at the moon...the wonder of it all...the flow just stalled me a little...