Searching for Papi in the Crowd

Searching for Papi in the crowd

Staring in blue, brown, hazel, green eyeballs

Between winding roads

Motion sick / sea-sick / sick

Papi hides in the concrete walls,

The wooden floors, the linen sheets

The pillowcases that catch my

Hard head

On hard dead

Of nights

He whispers

silent meditations,

Blows divine wisdom toward

my sleeping corpse

Dreams of love

Of comfort

Of trust

Papi embodied all

But no one embraces all of him,

His nature, his force.

Perpetually searching for

Papi within a feeble crowd.