robbery on the Hudson

this morning on the train
heading towards the scuttle
that bursts at the seams of Manhattan,
I watched out the window
as we flew past the Hudson
who was waltzing so gracefully
with the song of the wind
as if oblivious to the rush
and those of us charging
straight in to it

and the hills rested
lazily draping themselves
along the water's edge
where the early fog
greeted the day
by reaching its arms up high
to shake hands with the clouds
who hung low; barely clearing
the breaking of the hill tops;
too early to move along their way

and bearing witness to it
I envied them all
and longed for the freedom
to find a quiet spot on the banks
to watch the world pass by
as I study my reflection- changing
as the waves lull me to peace;
not to be worried by progression
until the conductor chimed...
\"Next stop, Grand Central Station\"
- stolen again by reality