Our Chosen Poem

Welcome Your Confusion as a Guest

Walk swiftly in the wet November day, 

On the sidewalk that is pink from the sun,
 Somewhere in New York. 

Watch puddles tremble in the street 

As the cars move over them. 

You hold your jacket tight around you,

It is soft and warm against your body 

And the wind is cold across your cheeks. 

Traffic lights glow green and red, 

And the street lights are yellow. 

And you walk slowly, slowly. 

It has stopped raining and your head is bare.

Listen to your footsteps on the wet November sidewalk.

Watch the lights go on in buildings. 

You tremble 

Like puddles on the asphalt street. 

You cry 

Like the noise of traffic 

Muted by the rain.