Alone, as a child,
The busy sidewalks, overcrowded openness,
And public chaos, a race in which he was becoming,
Quickly; vastly lap traffic
Stern Chiseled piercing judgment
Waiting and waiting
Alone as a child,
Docile and silenced
He was still as the waters may be known
, Steady as rhythmic melody
White as snow, naïve and content
The Sluggish Rabbit’s body grew
The child’s innards danced a jig
But he knew nothing, he understood scarcely
Alone, as a child, as a Sluggish rabbit,
In the golden fields of wheat
When the vulture sank low in the dimming horizon he waited for the talons
,for life, he feared, to carry him away
He knew and he waited
Alone

03/16/2010