When you can hear the quiet
whispering on constricting tarmac belts
the time has come to step out
and unleash this full potential
huffing at the window frame.
Staring over the grey anatomy
of the city's convoluted arteries
she groans in never-ending restlessness
a tension rising, she lies in wait
buckled up before the dawn.
Awake, my lady,
and bask in this diffusion
may it lighten the weight
of all the burdens you're carrying
as we orbit in this continuous distant dance.