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,
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.