A Bridge Street Stroll performed and written by Aram Harijan

My February night self
Lit a cigarette
stared into the darkness of the sky
seeing nothing except light
uh… and also love.

Oh, Mother, Father!
By the infinite wisdom of your soul
have you brought
kindly life breath
narcoleptic puff.

Oh, Saroyan!
Did you cry for me
or was I hearing coincident
grandfather mustache laughter
childhood escapades?

Ah, Mystery…
Free young how innocently curious the soul
Beat suspending consciousness
Light beneath the Big Shadow
Why am I here?

Aram Harijan, writer in resident at Bridge Street Inn. Check out his poetry and essays at http://harijan.wordpress.com/

Disclaimer: The cigarette used in this art video is strictly a prop. The Bridge Street Inn is a smoke free facility.

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