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Barry Van Allen

All Those Stars and More

The sky is not very far from there,
you can almost reach and touch it,
until that is experienced...
there is no way to explain it.

A New York City person,
cannot really grasp the facts,
of a mountain lake at night,
or how the overwhelming silence,
makes everything seem right.

But, how much can it mean?

The city boy needs noise,
without it, he stays awake all night,
he knows not how to act,
It is a new and strange experience,
no sirens, horns, or fumes,
- - - too much freedom,
- - - way too fast,
- - - just too damned much room!

The poor soul feels lost,
his bearings can't be found,
- - - no flashing lights,
- - - not even street signs,
- - - he is becoming all unwound!

That was in fact, the point,
to be anointed by the oils of life,
- - - to fill the holes within the soul,
- - - to know another way of being,
- - - another way of seeing

Be patient with that New York City boy,
and maybe he'll come back!

Manhattan isn't everything,
as they have led him to believe,
- - - Hell, it isn't even close!
- - - until now, I 'll bet he 's never seen,
more than 20 stars at once!
- - - O.K.! , 50 at the most!

The milky way is made of chocolate,
as far as he's concerned,
- - - with all the world in his sight,
he is as blind as he can be...
- - - his big grin in the country,
- - - tells me I am right!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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  • Rookie Diane Violet (5/16/2007 12:30:00 PM)

    The title so appropriate Barry...spend enough time there and through the overwhelming silence can be heard the sounds of more...a loons call, a woodpecker (sometimes known as nature's alarm clock) , the scavenging of a raccoon...or at least you hope that's what it is :) . Love your poem! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dee Daffodil (5/2/2007 7:45:00 PM)

    Wow! I really like this one Barry! I grew up in the country...moved to the city, where I've lived most of my adult life. But when I have the opportunity...I find that welcome darkness...and I look up to the heavens...and I smile!
    Dee (Report) Reply

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