Walking on Pearl Street
For a fleeting moment what was it
I felt? Happiness? Ah, in the sun,
an unburdened existence, a voice
behind me kowtowing into his
invisible phone, and I even looked
both ways before crossing Friendship
at the crosswalk– a pedestrian
wearing white shoes long-sullied
from the dramatic act of living,
and a gaggle of bicyclists passed
and I swear I smelled the murk
of sweat but it did not matter,
I was moving through this world
still, almost on a mission, though
I must admit I was aimless,
and still am, but for a second
the sun grazed my skin
to reveal a little light within.
Author: James Croal Jackson
Photo: Martino Pietropoli on Unsplash
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