She was sitting at a little table in Chelsea Market

Eating avocado toast and poached eggs

Already on her fourth cup of coffee of the day

She had fallen in love with poached eggs in that restaurant

Poached eggs and maybe the city as well

It had been so easy to get lost in it all

To get lost in the incomparable

Broadway theaters in the morning, lights dark

People pushing past each other in Times Square at night

Diners and cafes and coffee on every corner

Sitting on the steps of the Met

She could only hope

Sitting there surrounded by tourists

And boutiques

And city life

That this would someday be her everyday

That was too much of a dream, her everyday

But there was power in the city

And her everyday, that dream of hers, seemed a little bit closer

Because when she was in the city

She could take on Times Square and she could take on the world

Her everyday would be just like that

Her against the world

All because of the city she loved

And maybe some poached eggs, too