Meeting the World In My Community

I watch the clock in the corner as it ticks a reality of its own.  Being at its mercy keeps me in time with a mental firing squad in a border town that does not exist.  I look to see a hawk and a buzzard in the sky.  On this day, they do not look so different.  Maybe I am not your fair, but must I die another day due to the lock on the souls of beings being undefined?  I kick an imaginary soccer ball and call South America to the scene.  I once shared moments and a bed with Jorge for a time.  His heart beats for Colombia every day.  I added a new sense of self esteem to his being that only knew disruption without artistry.  Maybe the poetry is felt even in his knees today.  He brought roses into view and bloom for me.  He knew when to say goodbye, and now he can be seen by others as a multinational political and diplomatic force.  Yes, he is THAT Jorge, but so much more in his country and now internationally.  His beautiful brown eyes can shine bright and kind towards me, or they can see others and emit cruelty in a world that has been so brutal to a Latino saint like him.  Though the parting was arrogant on his part, I got him to answer that part of his soul, publicly.  Now I look towards Abdol, of Geneva, Switzerland, and of United Nations key.  We shared a pizza one night, and I answered his vampirism with extra red sauce on this delectable treat.  I showed him that things did not have to be complicated to be holy, and he learned later that he was lost in a sea of no diplomacy at all.  I still cross worlds with this entity and I speak politely and kindly to him.  I find the world in the communities I dwell in.  We will see what the seas hold in the fall.  The people along the way are so much of the journey that trips do hold.  Now I just seek slumber at night to prepare for the next chapter in my life.