Tribeca (a Haiku)

Resting with poems
all afternoon while watching
the Hudson River.


10/02/2019

Dawn

A sliver of sunlight
through the blinds

Gently draws me
out of deep sleep.

It hearkens back
memories of dawn

In Washington Heights,
dawn's arrival so loud

I needed blackout
curtains to mute its rays.

It was a small price to pay
for the stunning scene

I laid eyes on each day;
a slice of city life

I still hold close
to my heart.

09/07/2019

Memories

During
the morning drive,
songs about dreams, New York
City, and possibility
played on.

04/25/2019

Friendship

I was
able to share
stories with friends who
lived close by, just a train ride
away.

04/03/2019

Good Times

Back then
I knew what I
wanted, living in peace
with a good job and a good place
to live.

04/03/2019

Independence

Thoughts of
New York City
dance around my head, fun
memories of independence
calling.

04/03/2019

Stifled Voices

Soon I

hope journalists

can speak their mind without

living in fear of erratic

people.

08/31/2018

Photos

Looking
back on photos
of Manhattan, my days
as a woman searching for a
purpose.

08/28/2018

One Track

The train to the city
slowed to a crawl, then stopped.

A packed car forced to wait
until the lone track used

For the weekend is clear.
Its passengers journey

To various journeys,
their thoughts drifting to prompt

Arrivals rather than
fighting with each other.

They all share one track with
discussions, laughter, life.

05/07/2017

Once Again

Years have passed,
yet the connection
with my poetic sisters

Holds just as strongly
as it had occurred yesterday.

I can still picture
entering my mentor's living room,
receiving her warm welcome
with open arms.

I would share stories and dreams
with my beloved teacher
and fellow poets,

Spending hours with this
beloved community,
never wanting it to end.

Although things changed over time,
my journey now strewn with curves,
my bond with the poetry sisters
remain the same.

I pray that my circumstances
change fairly soon,
so that I may visit

My beloved mentor
once again.

1/12/2017

Forgive

I hope
my poetry
sisters can forgive me
for turning down an invite to
their group.

11/16/2016

Journal Entry: Breaktime Musings

Afternoon during break, drinking coffee. Since I work with toddlers, this is the only time during my work day that I can truly relax. It helps that the staff lounge is next to a classroom playing naptime music, the calming aura helps. Perhaps it might make me sleep too, but that hasn't happened yet.

For now I'm just checking email and reading Facebook drama postings. How people are tired of reading about celebrity couples divorcing (I could care less about Brad and Angelina), and who's feuding in the goth/industrial music world (too many strong personalities clashing with each other). It's all entertainment to me.

During my breaks four years ago, I would Facebook group chat with 3 other people: two I reconnected with from college, and another whom I met at a birthday party. We kept in contact after the gathering, celebrating birthdays and holidays together. My hour would be filled with laughter and weird stories from these friends. This trio became a lifeline for me after a breakup and move to Manhattan. By reaching out to these friends during my breaks and other moments of free time, I learned to heal. I'm now deeply close with one of these friends, but I'll go into that later!

Break is almost done, now to quickly check email before I return to my little ones. Another lovely day, and taking them outside sounds so ideal.

09/21/2016