Awaking In New York

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.

by Maya Angelou

Comments (1)

Al, It is fascinating. It is really hard for people to get through things when they arent at their best mood, they are always trying to fill that void, There are times when people just loose it, me being one of thise people and they have no where else to hide, they just stick to love and what they know. What was once a tragedy turns into a great moment that no one had ever though capable.