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.