At times I feel a certian distaste for cities and crowded places. |
Broken down, sketchy lines, The railroads and the parkways, Leading north. The city lights are leaking into the sky; fade and dull grey, Its natural hue is a darker color. I want to go farther north, (Syracuse or Albany maybe, I thought once of running away). I want to go Farther north, To a place where it is dark enough, To a place where I can see, In winter’s sky, The spread of the Milky Way, And these pinpoints of light: Many stars, A few planets, Distant galaxies I want to go to a place where it is dark because City People like bright city lights, But me, Under bright lights I feel naked; Exposed as a fraud and a wannabe. Like Adam and Eve I know my sins; I need a dark sky to hide under. I want to go farther north, To a place where it is cold In such a place A layer of snow stifles the attending earth, Water slows and crystallizes The usual colors dissipate, but do not die, And life ambles along, deliberately, At its own pace. I want to go to a place where it is cold, So that the world won’t bleed together. In the frigid air each entity seems more vividly defined, And that sharp contrast gives a more definite contour to the land and that which tenants it. I want to go farther north, To a place where it is silent. I’ve heard that in such a place, The word spoken is An unnecessary oddity. Stay there long enough, And your whole self becomes quiet. I want to go to a place where it is silent So I can learn to wear silence With more poise than I do now; So no abrasive words will meet my ears, And these words running off my tongue Won’t make me seem a fool. I don’t like intensity in degree Because it’s assault on the senses; These walls are too thin; It all becomes a sharp, confusing haze, That is cheapened by its velocity and quantity. I’m not able to navigate through such chaos. I want to go farther north, So I will reach a place Where it is so silent My voice is lost in the stillness Where it is so cold, Everything is contained in Its own crystal sphere; Where it is dark enough That I can see the stars, Each sphere of light A singularity; Separate and complete. |