I think, this is a moment to light a candle instead of cursing the darkness.
There is a woman putting on lipstick,
Tourists taking pictures,
A man on the phone venting about his marital problems.
I suppose I’m just one figure on this pier,
Eating pasta salad and wondering how much time I have left here in the wind.
It is sunny, and bright, and beautiful,
And I don’t think I need a candle.
The East River is home today.