You will say;
“oh but the subway shakes life so unpleasantly, I’m glad to
be rid of it”
But from your porch, I see life stretch for in three
directions
No spot uncluttered by man’s creation
People packed densely as wet sand
And the sun gently warms my face as I observe a real life
street in New York City
And consider what it means to be a participant in all this
And when the day cools and the real sun is eclipsed by a
halogen one
I feel the shine of the room on my back
The warmth of the soul you’ve invited me in to.
Even the sound of the subway has become a heartbeat to me
It whispers;
“You are here! This is
now! There are things worth celebrating!”
I thought I would be concerned, on starting this next step
Away from the comfort of your porch
You rest your head on my shoulder
My heart feels full and the corners of my mouth light
If I can’t see the road ahead for us it is only because
A light of such dazzling shines down it
That all I can see is happiness.
