I Feel It


When the skyline comes into view,

I feel it. 

When I crane my neck and squint

my eyes to see the very top of the Sears turned Willis Tower,

I feel it. 

That sense

of longing and

that sense

of be


Most don't like the rush of the El train

hurtling towards them at lightning speed.

I am not most.

I love it; the force of the wind blowing

my hair back from my face and awakening

all my senses.

Reminding me before all else that

I am alive.

I want it.

I need it.

I feel it. 


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