knocking

have you seen all the people
from the "past"
pouring through
the window?

this one can't quite
fit...
my mind is shut too tight

there's some familiarity
about his pants,
his panting,
shrill voice,
oh yes,
oh yes,

the familiarity
is mine

identical vocal chords,
umbilical cord,
thunderous rainstorms
we are
we are
we are

the clouds shifting
makes no difference at all,
cumulus now,
 cirrus next moment

is that proof
we are not water?

is that proof
we aren't the same river
flowed
from unseen depths,
quarry,
and the invisible whirling
in "air"?

yes,
have you noticed
the man
at the window
with suspenders
and beard
and boots
and shovel
and sagging left eye,
scar from the war,
is you?

from civility
to revolution,
one "soldier"
marching
your beating beliefs
on your drum

now arriving
at the back door

you call him
stranger,
vagabond,
lost soul

is knocking
on your heart

it's time,
mama,
i want to come home...