introductions

What does your city say to you?

This city is silent.for now.
we share the awkwardness
of new roommates in a house
lined with maple leaves and
inhabited by nosy spiders.
we mind our own business, but
with ears to the door, hope the other
would make the first move.
we are in transit. co-travellers
for 'a wrinkle in time'.

this city is not my city, yet.

This city is a wallflower.
though its oily luminescence
reflects me in the same light.
we wait to unravel.melt.meld,
into ourselves,or in each other.

We don’t talk much, yet.
but my feet will find their way
around the luscious curves of
this city, and its rains will learn
to kiss my skin with tenderness.
my eyes will find wonder in its skyline,
and its sunrise will wake me out of
borrowed dreams and blankets.

This city and i will be friends yet.
for as i walk out, locking the door
behind me, on whose other side
secrets of battered souls lie folded,
stacked neatly in weakly framed closets,
and my feet crush autumnal maple
in the violence of raw novelty
(that some call excitement),
my heart finds solace to see
this city weep with me.