I Can Walk in the Green Water

I stand on my balcony along the motionless street in Homestead
I hear nothing.

I look up to the cloudy sky.
I sway unsteadily.

I feel the breeze stroking my shoulders.
I look down uncertainly.

I sip my cold coffee.
I put it down callously.

I breathe slowly as if my life depended on it.
I shrug uncaringly.

I close my eyes and smile.
I hear a whisper.

Listen to me –
Open your eyes slowly!
Follow me –
Follow the red road!
Red, you say?
Take careful steps.
Red, you say?
Don’t stop!
Red, you say?
Stop!

I Can Walk in the Green Water

Listen to me –
Take heed of my…
The red road, you say?
Listen to me –
Sigh!
Listen to me –
Follow the green road!
Green, you say?
You can walk in the green water.
Green, you say?
Don’t stop!
Green, you say?
Go!

I am back in my balcony along the motionless street in Homestead.
I still hear nothing.

I suppose I miss the noise –
All that red and green there is.