Knocking at Your Door

stairs.michoacanAmong a sea of waiting faces
the doctor passed a tablet
to state the purpose of our visit.
I want to be in the world.

Instead of filling out the form,
I painted it in pink and orange
across my balding pate.
I want to be in the world.

I wondered what I was
doing barefoot in lotus,
waiting at the curb.
I want to be in the world.

A worried white robed boy,
barely bearded, I worked
my way riverward.
I want to be in the world.

A small elephant in company
of bristling monkey suits
greeted me in my monkey suit.
I want to be in the world.

Men in robes stained
river green proceeded
bitter-eyed up the bank.
I want to be in the world.

I asked was it the right way.
Where are you going?
I laughed. Did I know?
I want to be in the world.

It was silly to rely on
marvels in the sky
yet that’s what I did.
I want to be in the world.

A spiraling pigeon flock
Rebuffed a red tailed hawk.

An airliner’s shadow raced
across the bottom of a cloud.

I want to be in the world.