Sidewalk Pause

Waiting for the rain that may not come
next door to the reading that starts later
some young woman singing on the speakers
adds lyrics to the rush hour rhythms.
The cost of coffee gets me a seat
and floor show, sparrows hopping
in bagel crumbs, snatching supper .
Here at the corner cluster of cafes
bookstores and over-priced antiques
I see the city trees turn leaves
light side up, plant prayers for rain,
cupping veins to catch what water falls,
but only if the clouds slow down—
running so high and fast—
past brickwork facades and overhead wires,
parking places for assorted birds
not ready to settle into their nests
just yet. They must be waiting for
the maybe rain, a quick drink
before heading home to sing
their own city sky verses.

5/8/06