I am bored, but the view
of the city at night
is beautiful, still
too hot to sleep or count
the skyscrapers, the stacks
of illuminated windows
My hand waves goodnight
Would anyone be looking at me?
I squint my eyes
to peeping telescopes
then I cast them down again
to read a little, insights
I already had, but can not rhyme
right now, with the world
that keeps me awake
If only I could sleep, dream
of light towers in the desert
without being there myself
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
I am bored, but the view
of the city at night
is beautiful, still
too hot to sleep or count
the skyscrapers, the stacks
of illuminated windows
My hand waves goodnight
Would anyone be looking at me?
I squint my eyes
to peeping telescopes
then I cast them down again
to read a little, insights
I already had, but can not rhyme
right now, with the world
that keeps me awake
If only I could sleep, dream
of light towers in the desert
without being there myself
Collection “The migration”
