Big City

we’ve built up our world, created a hard space where we live and work (where i sometimes feel trapped but mostly feel free) with stones and brick and glass and metal and plastic and paper and steel and height and shapes and gas and wheels and rubber and wood and concrete.  we circle around each other through subway lines and boroughs and bars and buildings, never touching, communicating through writing and text and music and wires and airwaves. and sometimes words.  sometimes.  and even when i hate it, i find myself looking around at the confusion and chaos and loneliness and crushing weight of it all and can’t help but admit that it is all, somehow, still very beautiful.

(written May 19th, 2010)