watch and listen

"i don't mean
to seem like i care about material things
like my social status
i just want
four walls and adobe slabs for my girls"

hinged

I've completed a full orbit around the sun as a new yorker
and I'm not sure what qualifies one as becoming a "new yorker"
but something in the way that I now feel about myself and the world
is hinged to this city and its ways
has shaped me
has become me

I like it here, despite all the vehement nastiness I've blogged about for the past year. new york city is home. i think i've come to accept it for what it is, all the good and bad all in one.

even winter doesn't feel quite as cold

hinged. as i contemplate moving away from this place, moving to south america or spain to live and work on organic farms, learn the ways of plants and soil. can i leave this hard place i've softened into? or should i stick around, venture further into this abyss and become a multi-solar new yorker?

hinge: a central point or principle on which everything depends....

the fragments of ice were oddly floating up the hudson
retreating north away from the city and the sea
scraping against one another
a thousand car wrecks
a conversation about the weather
beneath subdued golden glow
by frozen mountains' shadow sown
break and scrape
in unison flow