City seas
A poem about a city transformed by night
Published in
Mar 25, 2021
During the wee hours,
Passing cars sound like
Waves crashing against
The beach. The early
Birds chirping are
gulls ready for their
first meals. A buoy
clangs and a distant
Faint ambulance siren
Becomes a tugboat
Declaring “I’m here”.
A tractor-trailer is, but a
Large vessel full of
Cargo from afar. Two
Close by voices belong
To a couple strolling
By audibly enjoying the
cloudless, starry night
They must know that
sand and salty air will
Help them sleep tonight.
My window wide open
Brings in the sounds of
A city still wide awake
