The do-dreamers
Written in “the miserable” April 27th, 08  

We found ourselves in a crowd
She sang to us, UP
And we stood and swayed

We were born new
The do-dreamers
Revolutionaries in our own time and spaces

Some of us gave blood and our irregular heart beats
To found and find the rhythm

Others gave time and talents
Took up the banner of the greats

And still others gave our absence
To allow for a sweeter slumber
A nutritive solitude

We put our coverless copies of “Leaves of Grass”
Back on the shelf between Emerson and Poe
And read our contemporaries

We slept in windowless chambers
And dreamed a better city

A university of street jazz
Of Love songs

And Love for us became a revolutionary word

While Peace remained a slippery concept
So hard to handle
Such a hot potato
Too big to hold in our fragile hands

But even still
We fed our head and hearts
And gathered to share

 

© 2008 Corine Demas