Not Really Lonely
Around me loom awesome skyscrapers
that slice the skyline into smoggy
strips of vertical horizons.
Closing in on me, they gleam as colossal,
hubristic trophies blotting out the last
piece of the afternoon sky.
Benumbed by the din of this throbbing
city, I sway to the commotion
of motion in a sea of strangers.
In this hurrying horde of humanity, it seems
to me each one seems so alone
among so many, so like me.
But I joyfully get by, thanks to memories
of the hushed swishing at the shoal
back home by the shore,
The grassy edge of the lush foliage,
the scent of the earth's warm breath
after a drenching downpour,
The tranquility borne by the sunlit
mist that is warmly waking up
the still dreaming morn,
All these cool and coo and caress
my savaged, sagging soul, and
though alone, I'm not really lonely!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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