A solid month of self-isolation at home thankfully the two of us
passing in the hallway meeting in the pantry secret assignation
with daily sally forth of cats from our first floor of the landlord
they come up to walk porch rails and then sleep amid her boxes
under the bed when sometimes I think about this new labyrinth
and continue to draw them in notebooks but only once have gone
downtown to draw my innovation on the Common which I called
LIVING TRAUMA and wrote “do IT — IT heals” so I miss the chalk
in my right hand and the big vision they make laid out on asphalt
and I think it’s Earth Day and we should all be out on city center
re-membering our great mother Earth instead of looking out windows
that flash with waves of passing Spring storms so slowly emerging
sunrise sunset and buds become puffballs of pollen burst leaves
under the weight of city life stopped, cut by sirens on Dorchester Ave.
I walk from Milton and Neponset River to places where I once lived
Field’s Corner and Savin Hill (oh, old Stab and Kill) and I remember
moving to Dorchester the night of the blizzard of 1978 still paralyzed
left arm in a sling from industrial accident I was battling, struggling
against that mighty storm now I can see so prophetic of Current Age


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.