on the street no sign saying walk here

on the street no sign saying walk here no report of the dust beneath your feet no notice for the lost bird hopping behind your back on cold cement no reason given for a man carrying a sack and one day you hope to think we will all realize the people who think they can buy clarity from the back pages of Yoga Journal good intentions will receive count and you lose track and for no reason someone back bent sits up straight and this is you you hope to think there’ll be no Armageddon nor need to be the hum becomes the music of many voices speaking many voices singing and in it the song of each leaf