Cleansing...

In the Band Shell,
     listening
     to the Music of the City
     as the Asphalt River
     of the Highway roars,
     as the steady all-day rains
     continue to pour,
     I, within my layers
     stay warm and dry,
     escaping the gloom,
     not the gleam, of florescents
     that somehow sap my Essence,
     weaken me;
     don't speak to  me,
     for a moment
     as I try to catch my Breath...
Outdoors,
     where I belong,
     where I am strong, rooted,
     gathering my strength from Earth,
     better yet, unbooted,
     to feel the roots beneath me,
     how they entreat me
     to delve deeper,
     to be the Keeper,
     the Waking Sleeper,
     turning Dreams to Reality
     and Nightmares into Dust...
Trust in yourself
     and one other
     and you have learned much..
           Dec. 9, 2014