Here he comes again.
He’s pulled this stunt so many times
we see him coming before he sees himself
or, perhaps, he’s just zipping by on another level
of the arc of the descending or ascending spiral.
We look into each other’s ovals
with the panorama of the world
stretched around our electric forms
as a field of information enfolds us.
Somehow this energy manages to stretch
from the grim periphery of what
was once known as the combat zone
to the art galleries & upscale shops
of Newbury Street and the Ritz.
We somehow contain within this context
both the Boston Common and the Public Garden,
the day care kids rolling about the ball field
and the pontoons of the swan boats
floating on the muddy swan pond.
There she goes limping away again.
it seemed she had left forever
but as usual it was only a fall
on the black ice that bent a bone
into a shape it was never meant to be
but which we know all too well.
James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.