Reflections Mirrored

swirling motions of
passengers on the
dimly lit rail
i ride along
with them
unknowing

as they too ride along
with me
some with lunch boxes
others their
sleeping bags
disheveled

all people like me
yet “not”
like me at all
seeing the lines of
my reflection
moving outside

staring back at me
a parody
a shadowy spector
looking past at
other people’s
reflections

sleeping, talking, happy,
sad or angry with
lives moving
forward while
their
sillouttes

face them trapped
inside the rail
glass…hoping this
ride will
end……
differently?!?

perhaps she will not
go to work a
mirror of
every yesterday
and he not
to the mission

again seeking food,
company or a
hot shower
to wash away
his homeless
tired life

each one seeking
another path
a way out of
the same tomorrow
hoping reflections
outside

are their real lives
going somewhere
a destination
past their stop
to another
future

© August 2012

Renee Espriu

City Hibernation

They emerge slowly
like hibernating bears
coming forth after a
storm hesitating
watching
moving about

They begin to shovel
snow and to scrape
icy automobiles in
hopes of venturing
out but they
remain unmoved

One gentleman wields a
camera focusing on
his laurel hedge
photographing
something
then disappears

Children begin to sled
throwing snowballs
laughing the cold
forgotten then
darkness
all is quiet

© January 2012
Renee Espriu

The Package

                                              Matters not how the package
                                              arrived or how it was planted,
                                              amongst ramshackled cardboard
                                              walls or on linen sheets of a
                                              mansion, hope is within us

                                              Product of poverty, strife the
                                              result of rape and revulsion,
                                              bred of wealth and luxury but
                                              laced with perjury, existence
                                              loveless, hope is within us

                                              Matters not how the package
                                              arrived or how it was planted
                                              for leaders of others or those
                                              who build dreams from abundance
                                              all because hope is within us

                                              © June 2011 Renee Espriu