Robert Ronnow

East Harlem To The Grand Tetons - Poem by Robert Ronnow

No words, oily body sweats, city summer.
Desperate to get out and never return although
stalled on Triborough Bridge I admired the skyline.

My city, my death, I did it my way.
Counting your blessings a healthy activity,
the park out my back window, a job that pays.

But I am losing strength to fight
for the world in my imagination. Acceptance of reality
makes me a fossil of society.

Basho in old age found strength to walk
deep into the mountains. He visited famous sites
up north. Po Chu-i traveled mountains in his dreams.

You can leave at any time. You can return
without being seen. A way to learn
your insignificance, freedom to have never been.

Topic(s) of this poem: city, fight, freedom, health, mountains, reality, sky, society, strength, summer

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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