Banished: Reinventing Gotham
Rarely, on Sundays in New York—
Can you see from Hell’s Kitchen
With such clarity of eye—
Ceaselessly reconstructing, revising.
You rose hazelessly from good sleep,
Unhindered by substance, sin,
Or by guilt,
Every step, each sight, each thought
Stretching up and down and out, reaching in.
You greeted the sun as a comrade—
Whose staunch appearance intrudes
With otherwise clear-day dawns,
Night-settings millioned to greet each new day.
Thick, overcast mornings like this—
With the sticky remnants of
Last night’s daze
Hanging over muddled minds,
Yours soars free.
Ideas swirl meteorologically.
Yes, you rejected all demons
Last night brought.
Alphabet soup and molly
To memories tucked away:
Blameless land, walked by free-willed human souls.
You embrace this new Manhattan,
Morningside to Liberty
Sweetly in her island grip:
The new you.
Insular: Harlem, Hudson, East: new-us’d.