Wordy Wednesday: City of Stars

I am once again exhausted (New York is truly the city that never sleeps), so I’m going to have to make this post short. But I promise I’ll recap Ch1Con soon!

While I was in Chicago, Hannah arrived in town for her own internship, so we’ve been hanging out a lot the past couple days. Yesterday we went to the SNL 40 exhibition, then ate way too much food at an Irish pub. Today we wandered the area around my office and made a stop at the Strand, then split up so she could get dinner with another friend.

My plan was to take the train from Union Square to Grand Central, then walk from there to a restaurant I wanted to grab takeout from for dinner, but of course I managed to walk the wrong way out of Grand Central AGAIN and I ended up two blocks from the UN before I realized. So then I was like, “Why not,” and went the rest of the way, then walked all the way from there back to the restaurant (which was like a mile and a half and totally justified how much fried food I just ate).

All this to say: New York is lovely and I am loving it and I don’t think I will ever get over the sight of the skyline all lit up against the inky blackness as I take the train back to Queens in the evening. And on that subject: this week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem.
Magic is the way
the towers rise one above
the other like endless rows of
needles piercing the sky,
pinpricks bleeding light,
reflecting the stars

We are so small,
but we made these things,
brought these beams of
starlight to earth,
and so we are not insignificant

There’s something dizzying
about looking up, like the
sky is spinning away from me,
lifted so high by its skyscraper
tent poles; but it’s worth it
to look at the
Chrysler Building, or
Empire State Building, or
so many others, any of the others,
and know that someone saw blank space,
and imagined the stars

They built these things with steel and glass and glue,
right here, they built them
so close the windows are cold against my palms,
shining day and night,
puzzle pieces tied with wire

Our constellation tells the legend of how
manufactured stars are no less beautiful
for their forgery
and we are more beautiful
for wishing upon them


Thanks for reading! (And now I’m going to go pass out in bed.)