Surprised By the City

What I got for actually going for a walk around Washington Heights

and then I'm met by the crowded order of lights-the windows 

of the far reaching building's of Washington Heights 

like some beautiful Tim Burton creation- though with no gruesome edge.

i'm met by the city-all at once on my walk,

airplanes must be nearby on this edge of precipice

Distance becomes a tangible word.

All at once- the city twinkles at me-as do the lives- mechanical, automotive or stone

or flesh,  warm in pods behind the lights- countless and sacred as the quiet moment  

atop, at one with the city 

as it knocks my breath out in a rush

leaving a full absence,

A gift of the night 

when I've finally 

decided

 to go on a walk.