an umbrella reality

...out in the crowd
don't tiptoe too loud
as you follow streams
to ocean seams

an umbrella reality
is all that I can see
nothing is beyond
those who do not respond

today's meal in frozen hand
I sit before the band
watching waves swell and grow
the night would never know

and all the little girls
with atlases and curls
grieve for all the boys
denied the simple joys...