Apr 29
Even when the summer heat
numbs the heart and we’re hard stuck
in the urban rim’s rut of traffic,
choked down the funnel
of construction cones from three
to two to one weary lane of humanity
inching over the Kosciuszko Bridge
bumper to battered bumper and late again
for a gathering of friends, you
can’t help but offer kind words
to the men and their oily machines.
I admire how you find so much to admire.
Among the scattershot of jackhammering,
the welding, the riveting, the revving
of internal combustion engines, the belched plumes
of diesel exhaust, the ever-haze of overreach,
you say listen. Out there, cutting the industrial racket,
the soft coo and wing-squeak of skittering pigeons
and the faint sound of love songs wafting out
the inch-opened windows of the creeping along.
We stare ahead.
Your hand finds mine,
our fingers intertwine, lock together
in this uneasy moving on.
Michael Brosnan the author of three books of poetry: EMU BLIS, BUMS LIE, BLUE-ISM (2024), Adrift (2023) and The Sovereignty of the Accidental (2018). His poetry has appeared in dozens of literary journals, including Confrontation, New Letters, Barrow Street, Prairie Schooner, The Moth, and Rattle. His writing has won awards from New Letters, The University of New Hampshire, C.W. Post College, and other arts organizations. In 2023, his poetry was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.