The rust and the rubble
of tough city life;
the blight
and the excess
and the savagery of forests—
notice: how these
sorts of things
always seem to fascinate;
it's only your humanity
that tends to feel
redundant.
But the next time
you're disquieted
and have no idea
what to do,
try taxiing out
to the middle the street
when that rare
and profoundly clear
end-of-the-day breeze is blowing,
hold both arms
out to horizons
like wings,
and just try to hang on
to that solitary feeling
of not entirely
disliking yourself
for trying.
