the night fell a long time ago…
but i am not still.
lazy excitement is how i feel
to remember my written word
i feel pressure
the kind i bring to myself
to recall all that i want, and all that i do
all that i need to do
a mental stutter
i want it to end
so that i can fall into bed this time for real
so much beauty today
my eyes arent my own
a poet would laugh at this
his work would already be done
new yorks number one cliche
with a pen on a bench
i no longer care
i worship today
the city is a canvas
the greatest on earth
only a walk from brooklyn to the west of the island
sunshine and people
energy everywhere
you can feel the peace from the noise to the silence
life is going on more than anywhere else
a lady strolls
her dog struts behind her
taking her time
taking their time
a guy compliments me on my photography skills
i offered to shoot a picture of two girls on the promenade
i make it good: a memory made
the 4 at bowling green
could be a chauffered car
it was right at the platform waiting for me
i give up my seat
to a woman expecting
im glad that i still know to do that
even if others dont
the best street show yet
i walk right into
the positive brothers
funny and talented
didnt bring any money with me, so i cant leave a dime
im sorry
caribbean blue leaves my ear to dance with the water
as i approach the edge of the pier, engulfed by the sun
boats move to smooth, not a sound emerges
seagulls the pier soldiers
lined up in a row
memorials are everywhere
i wish my dad and mom there with me
get called beautiful by many passerbys
gross as it is
it still makes me smile
all i have
my shoes, my keys my shuffle
wish dave was there for some parts
the day makes me thank him for being in my life
my energy would not have swept me off my feet
and carried me outside to see this glorious day
i actually broke tears a couple of times
as a laugh at my ridiculousness, i still feel the joy
i passed the WTC
pass the iron cross
intersecting the flag
as mournful music i hear
a forced moment of silence
my day was so filled
with perfection
i cannot believe this was all two hours
and i start to feel hunger.
thank you god for these feet, for my health and my life
thank you for my city, my friends, my boyfriend my job
my sight, my hearing, my body, my mind
thank you for this thirst, this faith and these tears
i cannot understand your bigness, it awes me
a dog just stopped cold, and stared at me, didnt want to go on, wanted my hand to graze his head.
i look at the bridge, my front sidewalk
i look at downtown the sun its partner in crime
i look at the water
i turn to myself
life is a miracle
i am grateful. unworthy. open. growing. utterly stunned to silence again.
i love this place.
what is my meaning?
i lose it: it gains: takes over my mind
then disintigrates in my hand
the oddest design
a pyramid with no endpoint
unattainable clarity: perpetual fog.
for the clearing i wait
then again: i enjoy its grain
its distortion: its infinite descention
just like you imagined?
my answer just changed
and changes again
the nights of gazing and kindness and kisses
my heart at its peak
the child alive
then reality stomps its foot on my cloud
suffocation: defeat
a tiny regret on my finger
then blown away
floating away
a child no more
a women instead
imagination more real
but floating anyway
future important
yet comes always too soon
defiant mind: evading its truths
pushes forth to cut ties
but does not succeed
back to girl i go
a perpetual see-saw i ride
the very best kind.
love.
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