Hotel City Window
Early morning awakening,
when the day has a fresh grayness,
drifting across the sky.
A woman drinks from a fountain,
head sideways intersecting the flow,
sunlight washes her cheek.
Sitting at the window,
alert vengeance against the treachery
of memories, false hopes and yearnings.
A stark café, devoid in silence, awaits my gaze.
Breeding a humanity of familiarity,
alive in knowing observation of my window.
Perceiving eyes melt and set ablaze
a gauzed protective curtain.
showcasing a catacomb of alienation.
An erroneous seed created my birth.
Comatose in a placenta of denial,
The vulnerable paleness of the womb
Encased a future casket.
Only a generated white outline,
Your brush of denial and convenience
Had not yet painted me
With the colors of acceptance.
My birth and name were stolen.
I knew my destiny,
Buried in everlasting darkness.
The forceps held me to the breasts of death.
Unshackled mortality descended,
Soaring through heaven
And a soft whispered light.
Abridged was my odyssey to you