The Air is Electric Here

The air is electric here

Every particle alive

I am buoyed forth by

This ceaseless tide

Of pedestrians

They move in all directions

Surefooted and stern

I don't mind

Because I am the calm

In the eye of the storm

Because I find my peace

In the midst

Of this organized chaos

I take a deep breath

Fill my lungs with the smell

Of exhaust and street food

And feel at home.

The End

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