City Blocks

a poem

Published in

Annapoetics

May 16, 2024

City blocks never
comment

on my misplaced
commas or run-on
sentences

as my mind wanders
through its discursive
narrative

they just stretch
out and out

until they reach
the red light
at the crosswalk.

Walking floods
my brain with oxygen

clears the clutter,
reorders my peace

as clanging trucks
offer a metallic
soundtrack for each step.

The sidewalks
always hold
in the palm of their hand
a direction-

a way forward
and back again.

I am a compass
point

I circle around
the dial
to get to there

I ramble
a lot before

I return to my block
full of too many thoughts
to capture

when I sit down
at the computer.