hillwalker
09-15-2010, 06:54 PM
TOO NICE A DAY
A day without a single cloud
a taste of fall inside the mouth
a kiss of winter on the tongue
the scent of accusation in the air
another season on the way
too nice a day to be at work
he parks his bike
and shuts the outside world behind the glass doors
wishing he could be elsewhere
out in the open air
on some high mountain trail
to breathe in every atom of a day like this
Stan the man
nods by the elevator
no one knows his surname
no one even knows his situation
only that he’s always here
and always quick to quip
the first to say each morning
‘Have a nice day’
Ali chats about his family
as they grab their early java
first infusion of the morning
showing off his latest camera
3.7 megapixels with a built-in zoom and flash
and all inside one tidy package
small enough to fit inside the pocket
Sally Jo
with new magenta fingernails and hair to match
a little fussy
panicky about the presentation
Meridew & Partners due inside the hour
readjusts the spotlight further to the right
a miracle of architecture
glass and steel
and less than five foot high
she tilts a plastic tree
her fingers have a gentle touch
her boyfriend tells her so most nights
his smell inside her now
as she draws breath
one final breath before the show
And Ali framing pictures in his mind
his daughter’s second birthday coming soon
a week or so past Ramadan
Allah be praised
the house they bought last January
jacarandas round the porch
his wife, his pride, his princess bride,
her mother in the sidelines
Azrael wrapped in a sari
maybe he can airbrush mother out on Photoshop
and Cher and Ben their next-door neighbours
never once imagining
he’s missing out the front page spread
Stan inside his elevator
dreaming of pastrami bagels
Rocky mountain man
chained to his monitor
he’s punching in the figures for the August sales
and hating every single poisoned cell of Excel
almost wishing life itself away
a lazy look outside the window
not a single cloud in sight
H
A day without a single cloud
a taste of fall inside the mouth
a kiss of winter on the tongue
the scent of accusation in the air
another season on the way
too nice a day to be at work
he parks his bike
and shuts the outside world behind the glass doors
wishing he could be elsewhere
out in the open air
on some high mountain trail
to breathe in every atom of a day like this
Stan the man
nods by the elevator
no one knows his surname
no one even knows his situation
only that he’s always here
and always quick to quip
the first to say each morning
‘Have a nice day’
Ali chats about his family
as they grab their early java
first infusion of the morning
showing off his latest camera
3.7 megapixels with a built-in zoom and flash
and all inside one tidy package
small enough to fit inside the pocket
Sally Jo
with new magenta fingernails and hair to match
a little fussy
panicky about the presentation
Meridew & Partners due inside the hour
readjusts the spotlight further to the right
a miracle of architecture
glass and steel
and less than five foot high
she tilts a plastic tree
her fingers have a gentle touch
her boyfriend tells her so most nights
his smell inside her now
as she draws breath
one final breath before the show
And Ali framing pictures in his mind
his daughter’s second birthday coming soon
a week or so past Ramadan
Allah be praised
the house they bought last January
jacarandas round the porch
his wife, his pride, his princess bride,
her mother in the sidelines
Azrael wrapped in a sari
maybe he can airbrush mother out on Photoshop
and Cher and Ben their next-door neighbours
never once imagining
he’s missing out the front page spread
Stan inside his elevator
dreaming of pastrami bagels
Rocky mountain man
chained to his monitor
he’s punching in the figures for the August sales
and hating every single poisoned cell of Excel
almost wishing life itself away
a lazy look outside the window
not a single cloud in sight
H