A hush falls upon the city as the light seeps
into the corners of the alleys and sidewalks.
And one by one the lights of the skyscrapers
flicker on like fireflies littering the night sky.
It comes in full view against the cloudy back drop
of the azure blanket.
The Hudson river shows a scattered vista
of the city skyline and a silver trail to the moon.
I am there, by the pier, in a trench coat
and wool scarf wrapped around my neck.
And i ponder "Could this be home?"