Awaking in New York - Maya Angelou

[conuly]

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
Seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.

https://poetrysociety.org/poetry-in-motion/awaking-in-new-york

Comments

[sabotabby]

Gorgeous.

[acelightning]

<font color=purple.What a beautiful poem! Morning in NYC, with rush hour, subway, reluctant sunrise, and how badly one wants to stay in bed a whole lot longer.

[loligo]

Beautiful.