I walk around it
as if I didn’t have a care,
holding every care at bay.
I do have a packed suitcase
in the closet of my apartment,
ready for any emergency
though I have no desire to ever
leave. I love the city, and it loves
me, nonsensical as that must sound
to those who aren’t in love.
In the park by the lake I’m still
amazed by the odd but beautiful
peach and pear trees and on clear
days how the sky hovers over
the tall buildings like a blue painting
and how the sunlight bathes the ground
and all the city’s inhabitants.
Before I get on a tram I always say
goodbye with a quick wave, never
knowing exactly when I’ll return.