Week two in my series of poems, written during my time living in New York City. This poem was originally performed by me at The Bowery NYC, for Bowery Poetry. Tell me what you think!
Trembling
And here was the world
This naive, trembling thing
That set our hearts ablaze
Our hearts a-fury
And it was ours
All ours, the buildings and
The trees above, beneath
Our inheritance aplenty.
But she is not ours— is she?
This naive, trembling thing
That houses our hooves and feet,
Our idea of "home", complete.
So, roar ocean, roar human,
Roar along with me
To the beat, the tapping feet
Of our tumultuous drumming
To each guitar that's strumming
This cacophony so sweet—
And as she spins, as we die,
Our mortality is not the matter—
For we are none the wiser.
Come, let's climb the ladder—
Higher now than what we've built,
Above Babel, Empire State,
Climb with me— climb!
Until God opens the Golden Gates
Until we make our great escape
From her, this earth, this matter,
This naive, trembling thing—
Our existence transitory, brief.
