Carry With

I wonder what parts of this city I will carry with me after my body walks new ground,

When my heart skips a beat and what is heard is the rolling of the M line, a long day of rumble,

how I see the fog rolling in through my deep sighs,

when I see the light in the eyes of a stranger and it holds the light found in yours, and theirs

I wonder how long I will remember the colors,

of bright orange and stone,

if Sunday mornings will bring back the poppies to my minds eye,

if the laughter of a friend will feel like the sun on my back at Lands End

I want to carry it, when life gets steep and winding,

I will remember the hills and know how to walk the Lombard path

When the air of my mind becomes thick and heavy,

I now know that all it takes is an ocean breeze to lift the haze and if that doesn’t work,

wait it out, the weather is bound to change

When the need for change is overbearing I will recall the long nights of deep dancing

of cigarettes shared on stoops and laughter heard from four doors down, calling me back home