Woman-Child in the City

When one opens eyes and spirit

Accepting new things, the splendor of childhood

Reborn, we gain through every turn of the head

Each meaningful glimpse becomes a page

in a book written by  the heart.

Flat Iron triangle, Times Square flare,
missing Towers with tears,
Down Under the Manhattan Bridges at sunset. Glass tors
above Grand Central, a City that hums in day
and jangles in the night on Harlem Streets.

Faraway from home finding so much of home

in the thrills and excitement of pace

and place of dreams, another nation become

a bold foundation for a future flight

In bright busy days and neon nights

the City beckons and enthralls

Glittering towers and cavernous halls

of play and learning, you find the essentials

the romance of piano keys, water gentle to the shores

the skyline adorned with manmade opportunity,

marble floors and the charming woosh

of revolving brass and glass doors

All add to a breathless swirl,

a world so distant yet always near

in the dreams we nourish with prayers