The Air is Electric Here [poem]

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.

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