View from our balcony at 7:15 am.
NYC: You are wild, frenetic, spontaneous;
always surprising and challenging.
Those panic attacks I have when we’re together?
I feel better when I remember to look up.
If we had wings, would we know how to fly?
I want to be the buckle on my shoe
or a yellow mum in the vase by the table.
I want to melt into one of the stripes on foreign
fabric and live happily surrounded by the other
woven colors without a care in the world.
anxiety or anticipation
billigerence or benevolence
truth or lie—
sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference
Wet blades of grass, you wear the rain
like magic crystal balls in the sun.
Tell me, what is the future?
Rules are written in stone or on signs,
depicted by symbols, suggested in elegant script.
Rules are followed, revered and questioned.
I have often chosen to break them,
although occassionally they come in handy.