I know the sound of the streets in Manhattan,
My heart races with the G into the Brooklyn night.
I wonder why life is drawn in subway lines,
Where the heart is that these veins seek.
Who am I to map this corner of the universe,
My balcony a fire escape, to your views of the East River.
I live in one city and hundreds at once.
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
I wait for the G train to come, eyes burning through the fog.
I remember today,
That if I spend my life trying not to drown,
I will forget how much I love the water.
I will find my harbor, and I will swim.
Thoughts on Being Alumni
It’s been four months since Brooklyn.
Four rent checks.
It still amazes me the number of cars on the A train,
The noise of cars rattling through the tunnels still sounds like music to my ears.
It is hard to leave a room full of laughter,
Friends and knowing I can breathe easy.
Finally, I feel like home.
Thoughts on the G Train the Morning After Election Day
I woke up this morning.
You could say it’s a different world.
My window is still cold,
The subway is still crowded,
Tatiana the crossing guard is still helping the little girls from down the block cross the street before school this morning.
I wake up, and the world keeps turning,
The sun still rises,
Trains keep moving and my rent is still due.
We can move forward,
It’s the only direction we’ve been given.