Bustling sensation surrounds me,
I hear the burnouts, see the rich,
reaching for the unattainable.
I will never understand.
The old-timer with the hot dog cart,
Or the young, oblivious one who wants to start a new life.
I can merely observe; see the spirit,
All around me.
The path is a rising crescendo,
a falling diminuendo.
The businessman on the phone
doesn’t realize imminent danger,
the protester lying in a tent
can’t tell his attempts are futile.
Bankruptcy, the 99%.
I see it all, but I choose ignorance.
I focus on the fleeting:
bites of street food,
lights at night,
The old and the young, equal in harmony.
I try to learn from those who hold knowledge, who know more,
than I ever can.
Nothing is sustainable.
As I cross the street, I can sense that
Eventually, this will all be
But, in the moment
it’s not important.
I stop, take a breath,
and notice the wonders around me,
I feel the catching excitement of
The Great White Way
See the king from Queens.
And read the time in a Midtown square,
At the intersection of history and the seventh dimension.
Who am I?
I am still learning.
I don’t know everything
Nor do I pretend to.
All I know is where I want to be
where I already am.
witnessing the joy, the spirit, wisdom
Of New York City.
Inspired by Constatin Cavafy’s “Ithaca”
Thoughts? I wrote this a while back for an English assignment. -PAFT