Quotes and Poems: Day 69

Quote:

"If you don't take risks, you can't create a future." – Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Poem:

Bryant Park at Dusk

BY GEOFFREY BROCK

Floodlights have flared on behind and above

Where I sit in my public chair.

The lawn that had gradually darkened has brightened.

The library windows stare.

I'm alone in a crowd—e pluribus plures.

Far from a family I miss.

I'd almost say I'm lonely, but lonely

Is worse, I recall, than this.

Loneliness is a genuine poverty.

I'm like a man who is flush

But forgot his wallet on the nightstand

When he left for work in a rush,

And now must go without food and coffee

For a few hours more than he'd wish.

That's all. He still has a wallet. It's bulging.

It floats through his brain like a fish...

Money for love: a terrible simile,

But maybe it's fitting here,

A couple of blocks from Madison Avenue

Where commodities are dear,

Where all around me, rich skyscrapers

Woo the impoverished sky,

Having sent on their way the spent commuters

Who stream, uncertain, by—

And as for this whole splurge of a city,

Isn't money at its heart?

But I'm blathering now. Forgetting my subject.

What I meant to say at the start

Is that I noticed a woman reading

In a chair not far from mine.

Silver-haired, calm, she stirred a hunger

Hard for me to define,

Perhaps because she doesn't seem lonely.

And what I loved was this:

The way, when dusk had darkened her pages,

As if expecting a kiss,

She closed her eyes and threw her head back,

Book open on her lap.

Perhaps she was thinking about her story,

Or the fall air, or a nap.

I thought she'd leave me then for pastimes

More suited to the dark.

But she is on intimate terms, it seems,

With the rhythms of Bryant Park,

For that's when the floodlights came on, slowly,

Somewhere far above my need,

And the grass grew green again, and the woman

Reopened her eyes to read.