I can spot them immediately,
the newbies,
with large eager eyes.
Noses, on a voyage from Italy
to Germany, passing each block.
They’re engrossed in every delightfully earsplitting sound,
every dazzling color that excites their senses,
entranced by the effervescence that is
New York City.
It’s hard to believe I myself had ever resembled them.

Neon lights in every hue
bedazzle the New York skyline.
A mosh pit crowd scrambles when the luminescent walk sign appears
some in a hurry, some on the phone,
ten babies crying
eight couples arguing with furrowed brows and shaking heads,
along with the quick, aggravated call of a dozen taxi’s horns.
With out a second glance,
I pass along.


Terribly Indifferent,
I navigate the crowd with ease;
like a modern day Columbus,
never lost,
never tumbling helplessly under the sea of people.
The uniformity of it all is
a numbing satisfaction,
the chaos, a calming apparatus.
Jimmy Choos and Italian leather strut along the pavement,
with egos daftly ample.
The New York streets have long lost their
luster.
Despite the pandemonium,
I pass along
terribly indifferent.