Is the Girl Who is Walking

Is The Girl Who is Walking

The streets of New York

Awake to the chasing movements of her feet

Which are placed methodically one after the other

On the concrete without letter her lift off

And soar through the clouds which graze

Our dreams of a beyond beyond that place

Where everything and nothing at once are

Conceived and to which everything and nothing

Will return,

Does she know that her steps are not steps

But leaps which take her there

While the rooted trees stand firmly

Without compromise knowing that

To break their twines would be to lose hold

Of all that they know

And to certainly die,

But what is death but another of the rooms

Which we will never enter

Because as soon as we turn the knob

We cease to be

Perhaps it's not as bad

As we dream. Do dreams foreshadow waking life

Or are they simply storms of electrons

Catching each other on blazing fire replicating

At random the shapes and colors that fill

Our perceptions, leaving the dreamer

At the mercy of her brain to connect them

In a pattern which only makes sense

To she who has dreamt it and keeps it

In her heart as she walks

The streets of New York