The Bottom Shelf Review

From the Wind to the Quiet
I’m from a city that never stops talking,
sirens sing louder than most dreams
and the trains run through stories
that nobody finishes.

I’m from cracked courts under streetlights,
where the ball was the only sound
I could trust.

Now I wake to hills instead of high rises,
the silence is almost too soft to believe.
The silence places fear within my chaotic mind
The gym is where I find the noise again,
every bounce echoes home.

Here in Pennsylvania
The winds feel slower,
but my heartbeat still runs
on city time.