On Life Itself

This Moment / Right Now by Roberto Carlos Garcia            

    for Monica Hand

there’s a whispered prayer blowing
the crumbs of a season’s harvest
off a girl’s plate

& a roar breaks from her insides,
the roar a lioness
a beast that knows

& a man kneels somewhere
cupping his tears
for the loneliness he feels

though he’s surrounded by the world,
& a finch in a tree singing
for a lover as the buds on its branch

pop into leaves that will flourish
& welcome the green grasses,
Right now    a boy is wondering

if people can really dodge bullets
& is he one of them & somewhere nobody bothers
to ask, they simply wait

Wind spins across the landscape
they say God is twirling his fingers—

The heartbroken hook new bodies,
night after night, drink after drink

& I dance—my feet mashing grapes
for wine & I sing mockingly—
    what is life / what is life

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