humans being

HUMANS BEING Ahab curses God Cusak holds up the boom box A world wept on a stunning september morn. Some danced. A thousand promises made today Some kept. Love discovered Love lost. Two share the Sunday Times. A quiet hour A moment of reflection. A child sleeps We share ourselves We hide from others We hoard our worthless treasures We are selfish but We are there for each other. Sometimes we hold hands on a very narrow bridge.