New York (Ii)
New York
Please stop now,
Everything is moving
Like enclosed molecules
As we bounce to the beat
Of the city’s hum
In our caged world where
We are the only ones that matter even
As the Zen of the city runs like
The watering light
Of swarming, running, toppling
Limbs and quick-check faces.
We harness this light and numbly ask,
Where are my far-distant trees?
My imagined lives in the Great Expanse
Of other homes?
Where is my freedom?
My world of sky?
We've sold it for buildings.
And blood-knuckling knock of opportunity.
The merchant will never stop.
The city’s only silence is in the
Whisking of their moving coats as
They trade souls and walk homeward,
Upward. Through the dark.
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