The Place of Shalom

Finding your shalom

under the detritus of the past

requires shedding layers

I remove a coat, a scarf wrapped

around my neck, throw garments 

Into piles, a soft edge sculpture--

a performance piece, 

Graffiti  on subway walls

My tag on a heaven spot

straddles Manhattan Bridge 

An aerialist hovers beneath

suspension cables,

and stretches