Autumn's Race in NYC
Turn right then left; faster and faster.
Down 3rd then 4th; quicker, faster.
Hair flowing, eyes open, noise but no sound.
Mind focused and distracted as the leaves hit the ground.
The wind picks up and so does her pace,
Just a normal day with panic on her face.
A girl amongst a crowd of chaos she is,
Just another in the city, just another among the nothingness...
No one stops, no one lingers, no one smiles, no one looks to notice the hand, the fingers....
She grips tighter and tighter, and yet faster she goes -
To where and to what no one really knows.
She's swept up in the race that everyone seems to run.
The race to nothing, the race that's never won.
Yet on this day she'll realize what many never will...
That it's a beautiful Autumn day - trees restless, squirrels still.
And as a leaf falls right into her pretty little hand,
She'll stop for awhile, on that street corner she'll stand.
The noise will continue and the race might not even slow,
But she'll notice the direction in which the wind does blow!
So on that day in Autumn, on Grove Street she'll stand,
If only to realize that life is amazingly grand -
That while we all must run in a race from time to time,
It's really about the pauses in between that make life so perfectly divine!
...I guess you could say that my adventure in Prospect Park is just one among the many pauses I've taken living here in NYC!...
