Repose

This soundtrack of
Water running down
Tempered glass
Has a hypnotizing
Rhythm that
Slows the beat
Of my New York
Heart enough to
Black out a
City block of
Synapses.

When street lights
Blink yellow
And department stores
Can't ring the
Next sale,
My city sleeps.

It's then
I peel back asphalt
Like a bitter rind
To expose the
Moist soil
And bite into
Nature.

Sweet juice cascades
From my pale, dry lips.

In a downpour of
Tranquility, a flock of
Five egrets join me,
undisturbed by the
Falling rain.

They forage through
Puddles and loose soil.
Orange beaks
Curve down
Like a long, thin
Snaggle tooth
For finding sustenance.

They feed their bodies.
I nourish my soul.

I want so surrender
To this simple life.

I want a Henry cabin
on a Walden pond
Where I can
Drink the rain
And enjoy every
Beat of my heart
Before it stops.

I want to know
My city song
Has a bridge to a
Chorus with the earth
Where I will one day
Retire smiling
Because I'll finally
Have come home.