When the gum on the curb sticks to my sneaker and sentiments fall from the overflowing receptacles that haphazardly line the streets within which my life is confined. I find—that it’s time.
To get out of here for a little while
Take a trip to a place where the times a bit slower
Where people are scattered and voices ring lower
To leave the place where walking means walking with purpose
Dragged towards the loafer-clad leader of this circus
And find myself in a place
Where meandering is a pass-time, acceptable all the time
Where everyone is on time. And you can’t see the deadlines.
They’re blurred between elderly strolls and supermarket stands
Between houses becoming homes and pickup games of soccer
Between the branches of the trees beneath the tracks that I ride
To get out of here, just for a little while.
Take a break. Take some time. Take a trip and unwind.
I walk the paths beneath the tracks, not worried about my frayed suede latching onto the remnants of a rushed lunch break or a breeze-blown receipt book.
I look up when the rumbling trains pass above, filled with comings and going, leaving behind only rays of permeating sunlight.
I skip stones in the water where fish don’t reside and couldn’t if they tried. For, long-time hasty-living suffuses the shallow stream.
I see fragments of metropolis in indistinct spraypaint conceptions that complement the water’s reflection of my face.
Smiling. For, I found my escape.
From the excitement of knowing there’s so much to know
Where separately together we can’t help but grow
And a fascinating person is always at hand.
Where everyone's a notch in this five-borough plan
Bronxville, NY / 2011
Wow! Really feel like I need that much deserved break you described so perfectly.
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