Urban Anti Stanzas

I. If one could only envision 
The deepness that exists in the insignificance of their lives
In the colloquial prose, in cordial relationships, in a word you say, in how 
Someone shakes your hand, in how someone walks, in a different rock thrown 
On street, in the birds on a wire, in the flower that lost one petal and stands out 
From the rest, 
Beautifully

II. If one could only loosen their concepts of life
In the shape of a tree, 
In the darkness of 5 in the morning on a winter day in the city centre, 
In how words feel when you close your eyes, in how someone sits, 
In how someone talks, in accents, in big words, in small words, 
In ugly words, in beautiful words, in the colours, 
In the way colours mix, in how they should be mixed, 
In the polluted dawn, in the foggy dusk, in how the stars start to appear 
If you take some time to look above, distracting yourself from the city lights

III. If one could only shut the thoughts and let the environment speak
In a painting, in a song, in lost love, found love, in a smile, in a tear, 
During the rush hour, 
From the dirt to the concrete, in the tree as a house, 
And the house that becomes the tree of life, of everything and how 
The house should not exist

IV. If one could only escape duality for a millisecond and see
The forks on the counter, the foam in the sponge, the foam and the soap
The boiling water in the kettle, it whistles
The position each pen chose in the holder
The Bohemians in the city square and their liquor and their reasons why
Your reasons why and why they’re reasons
And why they should or should not be
Everything becomes poetry

Sorry for the noise, I kept the fan on to shut the avenue’s noise. Noise on top of noise. Just life.

Love,

A