‚ÄčMay 2003
 
POETRY


The Neighbourhood is Changing


by Gianna Patriarca
 

the old men have nowhere to go
banished like corroded barges
in some abandoned port
they sit
cooled by the wind of streetcars
on the corner of Grace Street and College
the faded wooden benches
are the only welcoming seats
that accommodate their time
so much time now
since their backs gave out
and their legs have jelly in them

 

some see the world clearly
some through the milky veils
of cataracts
but the conversations are loud
and limpid
still the passion in their voices
in the stories they pitch to each other
in the need to be heard

 

the old men sit
and the old women walk
the length of Grace Street
to the great doors of St. Francis
each morning at eight
the doors open to prayers
to the lighting of candles
the necessary confessions
the blessing of the Eucharist
i make my way in the neighbourhood
school bag in hand
ready to meet the needs of my children
the old men tip their hats
and shout "buon giorno"
i have time for a smile
a few words about the weather
our impending arthritis
the change in the neighbourhood

 

and then i'm off to the sound of a bell
i will see them again
on my way home
full of the day's stress and obligations
they are still there
waiting for the sun to retire

 

sometimes i am aware there is one
old man less
one less story to toss
one less voice to greet the morning
one less hat tipped to my existence
oh yes, the neighbourhood is changing

 

 

 

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