Daydreaming while in the stairwell
The cadences of shadows cast by mountains
from a distance, the humid air of a hot day
wetting the roof of one's lips; taste
the phantom waterfalls, hear the waters
hit the rocks below, splitting
into a thousand rainbows over a cave.
Emerge, one leg one foot over a log,
one hand over a rock, another hand
taking root. Emerge again water-bearer,
breaking away from the chasers, leave
them behind with the chained up bicycle,
the shoes left out to dry, the plants
dying from a drought; this is concrete,
concrete and you can get out anytime, just
walk through the exit door back inside
where a smart lift waits to be summoned;
a dollar Macdonald's ice cream cone
would be so good that it caused a pause.
Watch those lunch-packers walk away,
don't raise your arms to call them back,
take another breath for the next step.
This was written in response to a prompt on "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads" blog for Sunday mini-challenge -- a poem attempting the style of Wallace Stevens or using one of his titles, or lines from his poem.