It’s not about the glamour.
It’s not because it won’t be hard.
And it’s not about running away.
Then:
an escape was needed
a break from it all.
life.
it was hard leaving.
Even scary.
How quickly notions of an easy revive are washed with reality.
life stays life.
problems stick like hidden treasures
waiting to be found
life stays life.
once acknowledged
riches abound
anything can be found
to see with clear eyes
unclouded insides face a hazy world with clarity
try harder but
allure can never be caught
sparkles fleetingly skim surfaces
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s not because it won’t be hard.
Ease lives neither here nor there.
It rests inside
alongside every passing emotion
To say goodbye will be sad.
For its been greater than any love.
Being here.
learning now.
witnessing and experiencing lives unfold and grow.
It could be New York City or Ward, Colorado.
We’re all connected.
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s about me running forward.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
In a conversation recently, the topic of how people who have never been to NYC think of it. This Poem was originally posted on July 7th, 2008, and was a response to what someone (who has never been to NYC) told me before I returned to NYC after my 8 month stay in Santa Fe, “I guess I could see why you’d want to go back there with all that glamour and all.”
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s not because it won’t be hard.
And it’s not about running away.
Then:
an escape was needed
a break from it all.
life.
it was hard leaving.
Even scary.
How quickly notions of an easy revive are washed with reality.
life stays life.
problems stick like hidden treasures
waiting to be found
life stays life.
once acknowledged
riches abound
anything can be found
to see with clear eyes
unclouded insides face a hazy world with clarity
try harder but
allure can never be caught
sparkles fleetingly skim surfaces
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s not because it won’t be hard.
Ease lives neither here nor there.
It rests inside
alongside every passing emotion
To say goodbye will be sad.
For its been greater than any love.
Being here.
learning now.
witnessing and experiencing lives unfold and grow.
It could be New York City or Ward, Colorado.
We’re all connected.
It’s not about the glamour.
It’s about me running forward.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
In a conversation recently, the topic of how people who have never been to NYC think of it. This Poem was originally posted on July 7th, 2008, and was a response to what someone (who has never been to NYC) told me before I returned to NYC after my 8 month stay in Santa Fe, “I guess I could see why you’d want to go back there with all that glamour and all.”