The City

Walking alone 

from Congress to Exchange 

I am come home

into the streets

within my heart

down through the cobblestone and brick

to the wooden piers

where the water laps.

A thousand nights 

I have walked up and down

from east to west

along these same paths

until by repetition 

the barrier between 

any moment and the impossible 

is worn away

and the blood in me starts to move

with the heartbeat 

of the city.

When we walk in unison like this

I am become a locum for 

the potential of magic to flower

and without my help

the threads of starlight 

begin to weave around me

until mere thinking 

makes the fruit ripen.

When making chords

of harmony with the universe 

I have only to think of you

and the waves of your passage 

tremble through the fields of asphalt 

and I see you traveling towards me

from the distant horizon of high-rises 

emerging from the dust in the streets

like a miracle.