Sitting in front of the skyline
Staring down at the crisp water
Imagining what it would be like
To jump and feel like one with the
City.
I wonder how I’ve ended up
In such a lucky position in
Such a rich and endless country.
I can’t imagine myself anywhere else
Sitting on a bench comfortably
Watching the helicopters on top of the city
Watching and protecting.
I’m a black and white kid
watching the glamorous skyscrapers.
The contrasting similarity.
The mother and the child
The protector and the protected.
We the protected
The helicopter a soundless protector.
No voice no lungs just the sound of
Its wings urging to protect the
City
that was once destroyed
Morally and suffered a major loss.
I suppose I can stay here for a while
To wonder what it would be like
If I was the one in those buildings -
Or I can enjoy my time in the present and
Think about how
I can someday work on one of these glass giants
Without fear or regret in this limitless city.
I hope that someday I will be one of these glass giants sitting in front me, standing still, and loving the city that they make up.