alone in manhattan

*
Night.
Just in off the street.
Rain.
Chill.
I sit
Nestled in my coat.
Sipping a hot latte.
I watch
I let the night invite me in

to a place 

where I don’t want anyone to see 

me.
where I am just one of the masses.
so alive, alert,

engaged...
I can be what I am not 

usually.

I release the fascinations of my common life.

Strange and foreign things become lovely.
Many wait for many others.
I expect no one.
There are no lifelines tonight.
I am alone and in communion
with the rest of Manhattan’s isolated.

* from jan '07