Breeze Poem by Christian Carbone

I have no idea
about most all
of these things
bales of questions
we trip over them
looking back
staring blankly

the tediousness of
this search for a
sense of judgment
half-hearted &
burnt on the sidewalk

earth may be round
but life is a cliff
we watch from below
in the stands, popcorn
below out feet
see old friends, family
great songsters and
halfway house celebrities
they dive, become part
of the abyss, echoes
on and on, a constant
ringing in our ears

every so often there
is a breeze
a passed note
a knowing nod

I stop and become
part of this wind
I am wrapped in its
ambivalent purity
it does not ask me
to tell it why or
how I feel a sudden
sense of freedom
short though it is
I feel a part of
me glowing