Poem

I walk on the street

the heaviness of the air smacks me in the face.

It’s 10 am,

but city is rumbling with life.

I step off the curb,

I am one of few sharks waiting to catch my pray.

Got it! Trach! I’m in.

My journey begins.

I, the cabie and the cab,

forming cohesive unit for next 95 minutes.

The strong yellow surrent carries us down 3 rd. Avenue,

towards midtown tunnel.

As I look into the rear view mirror,

the city becomes miniature.

Alien emotions pour over me,

now I’m really feel as if I’m embarking onto...

…the new and uncharted.

Past Brooklyn, past Queens.

As the scenery and pace changes,

I experience change in myself.

The vest emptiness between buildings reflects a hollow part of me

calling for its fulfillment.

I step outside of my yellow submarine,

onto the warm, sunny beach.

Every grain of the sand

reminds me of all moments of my life.

Bad, good, unforgettable or ordinary.

As I reach the water
a feeling of unpretentious immanence,

flows over me like a wave

I am now completely submerged.

Serenity becomes me and

I become serenity.

Total atoraxia