For the Life of Us All


Look into the pool, the gene pool,

humanity flowing by the fountain

on the Square, courtyard

of the county, seat of dramas

that go on there. I see you


angry, crying, screaming, singing

for change or bills, the ill-clothed

transients, the babies wide-eyed

in their strollers, the holy-rolling

Bible peddlers, the bicyclists


told to ride in the street, side-

walk conversations lost

in traffic rumble-humming by

police cars and an ambulance

blocking the path. Resuscitate


the one lying on green blades,

and, You, breathe, breathe,

damn You, BREATHE! Look

into the pool, the gene pool—

I can see myself in you.