All day life is a mirror

The people encountered every where reflects the inner work

Relating it into signs that remind. For example, the baby keeps

crying. Somewhere and in the second house. Last night a little girl

Called help me. They went to the door, the mother said show these

People you are fine. You can’t just be screaming help me help but

She did. And the babies keep crying. The sad cry that is hurtful. In the

Taxi another mother says they must laugh at him, her child. She would

Not cut his hair, proudly, saying the father got upset. And he wept

Not to go to school. terrifying nightmares in the eyes sleeping. Demonic

Births from infertile mothers. The soil is dead. Neglect. Empty and accidental conception of the seed. I claw the ground to bury my head.

It hurts me so, that I might scream out of anger from the backseat, Yo, can I get my change???- for twenty. Please. And the nightmare continues after the door slides open. The next morning, or any other, another story of children pleading. Mothers who are bleeding through the sheets

That it stains the mattress dark brown. Now there are patches and

They are not made of wool. The blankets are ruined. Wrap the baby tight.

And hold him. He is sick and staring up at me in wonder. Why is he

Like that. one old lady asks, he is sick. Says the mother. I smile and

Send him healing. He sees me, and he knows I see him too. We share

This silent encounter of the eyes, while the ladies speak over trivial things. When the lights are down or the sun is out, I hear them Playing.

Days of shouting and laughter, and the looming feeling of

Going home. Back to the house. The crying continues there. a

Hollering. The lights are down often when the sun is not up. Dim enough

To grey the soul. the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. On

The pavement there are dogs licking the sand. After some beers and

Meat seared on the fire, the speaker will turn off. So you can hear the

Baby crying. During the party when the band marched down the road,

Playing happy birthday and went too long that everyone clapped

Because they wished it was over. the silence is now wailing. Pain

Or sadness. maybe illness or teeth growing out. Shouting out a sound

That has no words to explain. One day I hope to ask them, baby why

Are you crying. What is pricking you so sharply. And hold his head closer to my chest until the morning. When joy comes, I hope. Instead of saying to shut the fuck up. The sound stopped shortly after, but continues in increments. Unlikely will be replaced by laughter as the saying goes “Laugh first cry later”. The party was jovial, yes.