Returning to prose poetry this week and nostalgically returning to memories of my time in New York . I am recounting one of the many adjustments that were part of living in another country, another culture.
Fast Paced City
The first time I visited New York, I realised
those stories I had heard about a fast-paced city were accurate. When I stepped out
onto the streets it was like viewing a movie where the action had sped up. I
found myself on the edge of a fast-flowing stream. I felt a sense of everyone
moving somewhat quicker than I was accustomed to. Walking along Broadway, I
began dodging and weaving between oncoming walkers. I was navigating the rocks in
the stream. It was simultaneously
thrilling and daunting, but I resolved to adjust my stride to the pulse of the
city. I garnered a New York state of mind. Stepping out on the city sidewalks.
Speed walking. Alive and alert. I was in the slipstream!
Alan j Wright
It is Poetry Friday and Michelle Kogan is our host this time. Michelle presents a poem that provokes timely reflection as America prepares to commemorate its 250 birthday as a nation. The poem is filled with mixed feelings, as Michelle deftly prompts readers thoughts regarding the nation's beginnings.
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