no wonder poets wonder about new york city
this place is confusing
and disgusting
and beauty
no wonder poets wonder about new york city
this place is confusing
and disgusting
and beauty
the ups and DOWNS of
DISease
DISsatisfaction
DISparities
DIStancing
one moment i am creating more than i’ve created in my past three lifetimes
the next moment i cannot bear to do anything but
DIStract
how can one live (fully)
in this time
without careening
OFF
this roller coaster?
to live
to be live
to be alive
to be a live-
ing
breathe-
ing
hum-
an
BE-
ing
i hope my circus friends get hella strong (and hella grounded) from at-home conditioning.
i hope my performer friends losing gigs are monetarily safe.
i hope my introverted friends find this a great rest.
i hope my extroverted friends find fulfilling ways of connection in this time of social distancing.
i hope my friends who live with romantic partners find whole new ways of connection.
i hope my friends working from home find a routine to signify “at work time” vs. “not at work time.”
i hope my friends with kids find ways to fight the cabin fever.
i hope people go outside when the sun is shining. (i, for one, don’t feel quite as stuck when i get to be in fresh air three times a day with my dog.)
i hope the dogs who are so happy their people are at home all day don’t get too sad when schedules return to normal.
i hope my creator friends find new ways of creating in the time of the internet and live streaming.
i hope my friends with mental health concerns have a therapist they can video-chat with.
i hope my friends who need to still go out into the world don’t catch any illness. and i hope my friends who still need to go out into the world don’t carry any illness and pass it on to anyone at risk.
i hope my friends who are losing sources of income find new and exciting and fulfilling ways to get money (making physical art/online content/finally starting that Patreon/etc.)
i hope my friends with dollars to spare give to those who need it.
i hope my friends who are sad about this whole situation find light in dark places.
and i hope those of you who are angry find calmness.
and i hope those who are scared find solace, if nothing else, in mutual fear.
i hope no one runs out of money, food, or toilet paper.
and i hope, after this craziness is over, we all continue to wash our hands with equal vigor.
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
oddly beautiful:
freshly fallen snow
on
New York City garbage bags
echoing construction
or a drum circle in a nearby subway?
the nyc story
you are allowed
to start a million poems
with
‘when i was…’
maybe you need to reflect on
what was
before writing about
what now could be
if you listen (not so) closely
the horns of the cars of a New York City street
almost sound like
the horns of the start of a New Orleans brass band
i have decided it is an adventure in and of itself
moving to
NYC
how is packing
the most stressful?
irrelevant of context
whether coming or going
moving or staying
(there’s a reason all my stress dreams
become packing nightmares)