City lights, cheery sounds;
along the neon prism, I claimed a corner.
Between the Incas and the pandas,
the eastern dragon ahead;
I taste the lukewarm comfort of your cheap pottage
and found none.
In between paper cheese and liquid sugar,
I take and blow a misty whiff
hoping a second’s stillness would remind me
of what I’m doing here…
If I ever did know.
Amid your lovers, vagrants, and sleepwalkers,
I try to speed by;
afraid for my face to disappear
Pray tell me why
after the dancing waters and the desert snakes,
I’m still out here in this faux
Ville de Lumière,
driven from my temporary corner
to this windy plaza
by sandy-fringed babble.
I watch as your sleepwalkers head back to dreams
while I walk again on sore leather
to your lazy wagon;
back to my strange desert home.
📝 Natalia Go
Written August 10th, 2019