The city that never sleeps”
Can be used to describe two beautiful, wonder filled
things I know:
New York City and my brain.
The cars never stop honking,
the people never stop shouting
in this city.
The city that never sleeps has
artists and musicians,
accountants,
and lovers, on every corner.
It teaches you how to pause,
how to catch the next train to your new idea.
It is where a five-year-old looks up to billboards
And gazes at a smiling woman
On a January afternoon and learns
about the role of kissing on a February morning
There is always something to discover in this city.
Life doesn’t exhale on these streets
It is a graceful, unchoreographed exchange of thoughts
The cabs keep driving,
even at 3 in the morning.
From the tallest building to the silent burrows
when every city has been tucked in
these unreached dreams, like flickering lights, remain.
They keep their palms open
Waiting
ready to unwrap the next day
