HARRY KRESKY - POEMS

Harry Kresky is an attorney in New York City.  He has been a lover of poetry since childhood and a writer of it for just a few years.  He lives in the Bronx with his wife Cathy Stewart who took the photograph of Orchard Beach, a friend, Gail Peck, who paints, and two dogs, Samantha and Willow.  Harry is active in efforts at political reform and community empowerment.

​Orchard Beach

​A crescent on the Sound,
Built by the WPA.
It welcomes the Bronx
On this sunny day in May.
 
Black, white, Latino,
Working and middle class.
Boomboxes and bagels
Together in our masks.

​The Corona Portal

​“Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.”
Arundhati Roy
In this cold, virus spring
Is hand washing enough?
Have we humans more to give?
Is there a new song to sing.
Perhaps, but not in the way
we’ve been taught.
No matter what our shamans, the scientists, say,
They cannot explain, much less control
What nature has wrought.
Do we have the courage to
set aside the ways of old?
Take a deep breath;
And do something bold.
Together!

​River

​The river was 
A pallet of
Light and shadow.
Barges slow
Cliffs glow
Winds blow.
Bright light 
air tight.
Let’s go.