Questions

Grand central station
with its turquoise constellation.
Cold stone walls and marble floors
trains pouring in, opening doors.
A million thoughts
disembarking
slowly, sometimes at pace,
pulsing
outwards
into the space
of that gristy, busy, 42nd street.

Such are the questions that roll from your lips
onto the roads of my everyday stay-at-home-dad preoccupations.
Dinner street and bath time avenue
corner of homework and snack time
down the block from washing-time square and fourth attempt to clean the kitchen today.
A seeming eternity of well trodden sidewalks
from the green and welcoming respite of a central routine, bedtime park.

Out from your mouths flood so many passengers
of pure inquisity, unfettered, uncensored exploration
every day, in every place, at every time, for me to savour and to reply
Or try…
their footsteps, echoing through the banalities of my mind
calling me to places, where trivialities evaporate and my connection with you takes
centre.
What a beautiful noise
Oh, what a beautiful noise.
A New York moment in everyday.
These streets, without a doubt
make me feel
brand new.