The Camera Eye

Grim faced and forbidding

Their faces closed tight

An angular mass of New Yorkers

Pacing in rhythm

Race the oncoming night

They chase through the streets of Manhattan

Head first humanity

Pause at a light

Then flow through the streets of the city

They seem oblivious

To a soft spring rain, like an English rain

So light, yet endless from a leaden sky

The buildings are lost

In their limitless rise

My feet catch the pulse

And the purposeful stride

I feel the sense of possibilities

I feel the wrench of hard realities

The focus is sharp in the city

Wide angle watcher

On life's ancient tales

Steeped in the history of London

Green and gray washes

In a wispy white veil

Mist in the streets of Westminster

Wistful and weathered

The pride still prevails

Alive in the streets of the city

Are they oblivious

To this quality?

A quality of light unique

To every city streets

Pavements may teem

With intense energy

But the city is calm

In this violent sea

I feel the sense of possibilities

I feel the wrench of hard realities

The focus is sharp in the city