Manhattan
The silver dart pierces billowy white and I see my world born in front of me
Concrete and metal, buildings, glorious structures stand on tips of toes and stretch sinewy living bodies towards the sky
Praising man, wondrous, ingenious, empowered man.
Glorifying hands, sensitive hands that evoke,
Thick gnarled hands that bang! bang! bang!
Mother and father side by side look down at liberty’s daughter.
Violently, gracefully descending towards earth
the gray giants rise to meet me.
Surely the land must strain to support them all,
but Atlantis is not her fate.
Majestic, vibrant she lives on.
