Poem: Shoulders ~ Naomi Shihab Nye

I came across this woman, Kari’s, lovely photo blog today.  I was immediately engaged in the simple images and taken by the things she sees; the hand gestures, the facial expression, the contrasts of color in our urban landscape.  I get excited when images and words cross boundaries, to meet.  I saw this photo and immediately thought of this poem.

Photo by karinemily.wordpress.com

~ Naomi Shihab Nye

A man crosses the street in the rain,
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.

No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.

This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked.
Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,

His ear fills up with breathing.
He hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.

We’re not going to be able
to live in this world
if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with one another.

The road will only be wide.
The rain will never stop falling.

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