Poem May 27, 2002 Issue

City street crossing

Suzanne Liebenrood

I live in a large city that is noisy and packed with concrete, steel, glass, cars, and trucks. One day as I crossed a busy street, I noticed the quiet power of a gentle breeze, and the light of a setting sun. No conflict. The wind and light simply poured out on the whole scene, a symbol of the presence of God's love. For a moment, I felt the racing engines of vehicles yield.

The fins of mobile steel displace the air
Where drivers shift through gears and rubber peels.
Their teeming transports blow my straight brown hair
I wait for them to yield their mass of wheels.
A signal shines to let me walk across,
As cars exhaust. They crowd my mind until
I hear a sigh of wind through trees that toss,
The motion soft and fast as spaces fill.
A child and mother pause to close a gate,
Restoring order laid along their fence
By steps that lead to home, where loved ones wait.
Behind the bow-fronts, towers tip through dense
Designs of clouds. Their glass gleams golden-red
As day descends, and sunset lights my head.

By Suzanne Liebenrood

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