There is undeniable serenity,
in dangling shoe-bound feet
over the sea of rush hour greed.
A mile above the dissonance,
ignoring the honks and curses —
to sip the spice and flavours of urban reality.
Thoughts of security wane
when winged thoughts skip;
skimming across undulating
Train-bound — the fantasies dive,
derail and thrive,
beyond timetables’ caveats
When the streetlights glow
and drunken splendour’s spent…
You know it’s time.
To veil the eyes, draw the blinds
and hide from hands that flex Socratic muscles –
adding bustle with graffiti’s tussles.
In the morning, the words will greet you, just for a year:
“I didn’t know enough,
but I know I was here.”