Week 4 – Astoria, Queens

Astoria, Queens

The sun sets over Long Island City.

The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in. 

 

Rarely do I take an elevated line,

Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet. 

 

It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue, 

One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.

 

The train sweeps under the tallest buildings. 

I am one of a million souls on this night,

Headed, home. 

Week 3 – The Wolf

The Wolf

Summer storms have come back today. 

The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,

Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.

 

So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.

I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.

 

The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water. 

 

Today is my day to survive.