someone else has the car.
Here in the Bronx, public
transportation to wherever
I need to go.
I image people yelling in
the night and occasional
fights.
People with attitudes that
might scare outsiders.
Homeless men on the
street asking for money for
drugs or alcohol.
Even though it is amazing
to see open fields and
space,
but, where are all the
people?
People who could be in all
that space, playing.
In the countryside, I see
clouds passing by,
counting the seconds,
minutes, and hours that
go by.
Time mocks me and
questions why I moved.
There’s nothing to do
when there is free time.
The countryside may be
relaxing
but I’ll miss the people who
give me comfort in my own
hometown.
I have to drive miles to get
to a friend’s house
which takes time, gas and
energy.
The place I live now, my
neighborhood provides
comfort and things to do.
The place I live in is special
and I could not imagine
myself anywhere else.