there’s a feeling in the air
a crispness
but not a coldness
it’s almost 5pm and the sun still hasn’t set

yet

and i feel like this feeling is hope.

there’s music in my ears
music i’ve never listened to before
and if i wanted some obscure Asian cuisine
i just get off at a different stop
on this very subway train,

i’m not saying i’m wholly happy
nor that New York feels like home
quite yet

but

there’s a feeling in the air
and i feel
like this feeling

could

be

hope