Frozen fingers and frozen toes,
Frozen eyes with somewhere to be.
Foggy windows gently kissed by gently falling rain,
Creating a presence in a fallen city,
A long-forgotten grandeur.

Packed into cars, hovering above and looking down,
Measuring yards and counting row-houses
As though the view above gave us control,
Could possibly help us understand.

Soon it became routine.
The hum-buzz grinding of the metal hitting the tracks,
The same disapproving faces of a race in constant motion.
Just a matter of putting on my face and getting it done.

It was a sight of something different,
Opposite of everything I had ever known.
The truth I witnessed every day
Left me amazed and slightly dizzy.

So with frozen fingers and frozen toes,
These frozen eyes venture forth.
Coming down from my high bearings,
Perhaps the city creates a presence within me.

What happened
to this place that once stood tall?
Served as a palace of intellectual growth,
or perhaps a gateway from one place to another time,
         one world to another realm,
                          connecting minds and hearts.

Famous for providing us with another perspective,
a different outlook on life with which to compare ours.
Now covered in vines and plagued by broken windows,
it’s been reduced to nearly ashes and faded footsteps.

I never knew you had a mean side.
Wow.
That hurts.
Seeing you angry with me..
Sort of terrifies me.
I have to stop apologising.

A tree, split with an battle-ax, sticks.
Voice of a shrike.

Today I found myself crying.
Fed up with all my everythings of the day.
But when I finally caught my breath,
I looked up from my safe place on the floor
And I saw your baby face smiling down at me.
My child, you are like a double shot of B12.
You boost my spirits and shine a light on my soul.
Dear daughter, my tears dried up and I could see clearly.
I am reminded why I work so hard when I look at you.
Your love is my fuel.

My everything. My reason. My light. My life.