I Saw New York

Central Park and the Brooklyn Bridge
down below to the east

I smiled, seeing a dream pass by
a reminder of what could be

The poems not yet written and photographs
awaiting to be captured waved from below

Silently I said a prayer for New York
from the clouds above

It's so close I could see it but had
no way of grasping the Big Apple

My phone couldn't see the sight
when I tried to take it

Holding the moment close to my chest
I grabbed my notebook to write this note

It captures my feelings better
than a blurry photo

I'll see you up close again
someday New York