Therefore

I am the child

who sits alone

on rooftops

feet dangling

to watch

the city

burn to ash

I am a heavy

hearted widow

awestruck and

bewildered by

New York City

boulevards

I am this

ancient world

crumbling at

the heels of

technology

my heartbeat

the echo

of a small dying

hummingbird

I am a cloudburst

in the distance

waiting silently

for rain

and you are

the drop