The Poor Child

In the rare air above the clouds
flying wingless the mind wanders,
imagines vistas and vertigos
away at last from the ghetto.

Eyes fixed to the blue sky,
the poor child dreams aloud.
All can see he is elsewhere
from the smile that lights his face.

His mother gathers his clothes
to wash and rinse them
in the sink.
In the tiny kitchen.

October 9, 2013.