Sitting in the window nook
the sound of fire across the street
fireworks, confetti, color popping into sky
scattered all over the dark gray snow that covers the roads
I can barely hear myself
popping, cracking
rattling, a spectacle of light
my first day in the city
Chinese new year
I can’t believe
what I’ve stepped into
another world
same life
new adventure
walking around town this morning
fireworks start bursting across the road
I saw a police officer smiling and waving at a baby
kids with firecrackers
it all feels meant to be
looking at a skyline again from my window
brick buildings
scarves and beanies
commotion.
That’s my jam. Observing it as I am now
swimming amongst it
fading into and emerging out of
life being lived. Rituals. People. Ancient reverence.
I can’t believe I’m here.
Day one of I don’t know how many.
But it feels good
it feels right
where I’m meant to be
listening to the parade across the street
banging drums and cymbals
watching dancers and a golden dragon
through the red and rusty iron fire escape
from my apartment in New York City.