NYC Haze

I'm not going to take a whole lot of time to blog about my time in NYC the past week. I've been awake since 6:00 East Coast time, which means 3:00 West Coast time, so I'm exhausted. But I wanted to share the poem I wrote in the taxi ride to the airport today and show you a couple pictures. I'll blog more about it within the next few days.

Hazy Memories

My last look at you is one
Shrouded in fog,
Outlines barely visible from
The Manhattan bridge
As I head to the airport.
And while a clear sunny last look
Would have been prefered,
Maybe even secretly hoped for,
I can't help but think it's fitting.
What I saw of you the past few days
Was no more than vague outlines.
I experienced so much in the past four nights,
But the scratch to the surface was
Barely enough to discolor your thick city skin.
The beautiful scars you left on me
Will have to be enough for both of us.
And without a clear last look,
I will have to both hold tightly
To your city scape in my mind's eye,
And adknolwedge the fact that this is not
Goodbye for us, New York. 

Until next time.