By Susan Allison
There is a man in our town
a host to strangers
who pass too quickly
through the North End
in their cars on Main
He once said he wore funny hats
just to scare those people off.
is always a topic of conversation in the neighborhood. Praising him, repeating
his stories and words.
Someone might say 'he made me so mad the other
But of course they will go
to his birthday party
to honor him.
You might see him sometimes
at the Town Hall
and in the council chambers
when all the town leaders are talking about what to do concerning troublesome
this man will be the only one
who uses the word love.
riding high he'll bring you right smack down to the sidewalk. And if you're
lying on the ground
he'll raise you back up on your feet. And if you are
he'll make you hopping mad.
He says he is from Georgia
no one knows for sure -
the way he talks about angels and flying saucers,
other dimensions, and uncommon sense.
He is looking beyond
the here and
from the corner of Rapallo and Main. He is looking toward a time
folks will realize
what they've got here
respect the life
that has brought
them this far
and be accountable for it.
He says look up to the skies to
uncomplex the complexity,
look down to the ground to the bones
of those who've gone before you,
and look all around at what is happening now.
Is there maybe a better way,
where community is the same as harmony,
with equal parts to play,
where everyone can have their say, and all get a
chance to have their day, where adults be adults
so the children can play?
So if you're walking down Main Street and you pass Rapallo Avenue
might meet a man there
who will tell you about the pain that most of the world
lives with, the strife, the absurdity, classism, racism, and just when you start
to get fed up, thinking 'why me, how come I have to do something about it, why
doesn't anyone else to something about it,' because you've already got too much
on your mind,
then he will trick you and he will make you smile,
realize that you haven't done that in a while,
and you leave that corner
believing that maybe
it's going to be a better day.