Day 29 – Forward, Again

It wouldn’t be the first time

I had to do the hard thing

Lead the way

So I realize I have grown used to doing it

The world looks to me to do because they know I will

I can

I field softballs on a Monday evening in Central Park

I learn to live again and again against the trees that bloom so much more beautifully these days

I wonder why my body moves so easy in the dirt and the grasses

Why the flowers seem full of a color I’ve never seen before

The streets stay the same as they’ve always been in Brooklyn and I know,

I’ve changed, but I still wonder when

When I found a way, and started to swim,

Forward, again.

Day 26 – An Ode to the Flowers of Bed-Stuy and Crown Heights

I have walked these streets to know

The cherry blossoms bloom in April

Roses by end of May

And in the heat of mid July the sunflowers come back to wink at me from a thousand stoops of North Brooklyn –

Seasons change, and yet, somehow out of the sidewalks we grow.

Day 24 – Thoughts from Atlantic Avenue-Barclays Center

I haven’t written,

I realize watching the 2 train pull into the station headed for Brooklyn College

I fixed my charging cord with electricians tape I keep in my toolbox for such occasions

And wait for a local to Kingston Avenue

Life feels so tired these days

One train after another rolling into the night

I push forward and walk home looking to see if the stars are still above my head in all the lights.

Day 22 – Christmas Morning in Crown Heights

Sometimes you can hear the Long Island Railroad on Atlantic Avenue from my block

I drop off laundry and wander in to the quiet

I’ve missed it

A silent city exhaling

The birds outside the window making peace with the sirens

A gentle snow that falls over the streets

As we breathe

In, out.

Day 21 – We Already Know

There is no saying goodbye

I wish there was

I will listen to songs and close my eyes against shining fall sun and know our paths might have been together, once

But I have to walk my own

You made me feel whole for a moment there, in the twilight under the lights

But the sun comes up on Brooklyn and I don’t know if you still love me in the morning

I guess now there’s no need to say what we already know.