Gaia

I am the child who sits alone on rooftops, feet dangling, to watch the city burn to ash.

I am an alien observer of the intrinsic patterns of entropy played out in NYC taxi cabs speeding down broadway.

I am a heavy hearted widow,

awestruck and bewildered by

neon lights.

I am this ancient world

crumbling at the heels of

technology

my heartbeat the echo

of a small dying hummingbird