I watched you come into the bar
sit at the stool
as if it were the saddle of a lover.
From the trough you drank with an unquenchable thirst,
Rocking like a baby in want of attention
the frenzied movement of your feet
skipping from one rung to the next,
was indicator enough
you lacked hope.
You looked to God,
and held your need out like a plate.
I watched as the helping served up insufficient to the hunger
and wondered again, which was contraindicated....
the desire or the denial.
Saint Louis is full of holes,
the buildings are thoroughfares to a river breeze
no shutter, no shield, no glass.
With abandon they welcome trespassers
as if brick after brick were once laid as a foundation
for birds and insects
an eco-community so self sufficient
is absolute fulfillment.
(I was in St. Louis for a week at a business conference. Can't seem to write anything worthy of posting, so just posting tidbits anyway *shrug*)