I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars. — Og Mandino


Leaning against a wall, in an underground
corridor in New York City’s Grand Central Station

Is a man with an accordion
Hands stretched wide
as its lung prepare to exhale

Then its reeds release a husky sound
—a message to hurrying commuters

He sings a song and imagines the air
is leaving to resuscitate just one passerby

Like a whale with blow hole
in a vast ocean, releasing its spray

His is a mist of oxygen against a stone wall,
he is alone, like a wolf, howling in the night

For busy humans who dare look up
to see the moon

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017