On a clear day… (at verrazano bridge)
Vignette #27
On days when it gets really bad she stares out the window,
down the road,
around the corner
and far away.
She feels the sun on her face as she drives down the highway.
“You are now leaving New York” -
she starts to smile.
The roads widen,
the houses disappear
the skies grow overheard
no longer crowded and covered by buildings
and people and noises.
The weight in her chest starts to shrink.
She drives until she can’t
and then she walks.
Slowly and surely,
relishing the feeling of the earth
under her feet
and space around her.
She walks until she reaches the end of the road
then she steps carefully onto the grass,
or dirt,
or sand.
She lays down,
breathes in the world,
smiles at the sky
and closes her eyes.
When she opens them again
she is at the window,
staring down the road and
around the corner.
