And when you showed me Brooklyn Bridge
in the morning,
Ah God,
And the people slipping on ice in the street,
twice,
twice,
two different people
came over, goin to work,
so earnest and tryful,
clutching their pitiful
morning Daily News
slip on the ice & fall
both inside 5 minutes
and I cried I cried
That's when you taught me tears, Ah
God in the morning,
Ah Thee
And me leaning on the lamppost wiping
eyes,
eyes,
nobody's know I'd cried
or woulda cared anyway
but O I saw my father
and my grandfather's mother
and the long lines of chairs
and tear-sitters and dead,
Ah me, I knew God You
had better plans than that
So whatever plan you have for me
Splitter of majesty
Make it short
brief
Make it snappy
bring me home to the Eternal Mother
today
At your service anyway,
(and until)
29
The Tathagata doesnt exist
in honor of which I will go
and climb mountains
Poems: "Hymn" and "29" by Jack Kerouac, from his collection "Poems All Sizes: 1954-1965"
Photo: "Nellie Dreaming-Lyons,CO-1999" by Robert Benjamin and Rocher peint à Rivière du Loup, Quebec.
