Under the Pennsylvania night sky 
where leafless trees stand in bunches,
as the moon hides her face behind winter clouds
foreboding snow and rain. 

Trains sing their mechanical songs
as wheels grind along their gears 
struggling against the iron guides
and the city wakes up to a new day.

On these Brooklyn nights,
as I inhale my peace
your scent fills my nostrils, 
seeping into my lungs
like thick smoke. 

“Daniel,” mommy whispa quietly,
careful not to startle me.

I blink awake, 
slow-ly.

The enigma born from the complexities of who you are
can be seen in the moments when you just do your own thing, marching to the piper’s tune of your spirit
rebelling against the imposed order of tyrants around you,

You’re inside my head 
inside my heart 
touching my soul
uplifting my spirit.

I keep expecting to wake up and realize it’s a dream,
a fleeting memory
cast across the sands of time. 

In the back of an Uber 
while blotches of color
driven by faceless drivers smear past
and metallic grills reflect
pointed beams of sunlight at me. 

E to the G, 
G to the L,
She races along subway lines 
alive to the beat of the city's heart,
hurtling through underground tunnels, 
lost in her rhythm and blues. 

Between the click clacking of keyboards,
and smells of freshly minted prints
wafting from the copy room,

As the rain dances outside my open window, 
the pit patter of her footsteps,
floats through the air. 

I sit in solitude in my room, 
reminiscing of life back home,
when afternoons were spent on the back veranda 
eating sugar cane and gyaffing[1] mommy
as the cool breeze of the Atlantic Trade Winds 
blew across the earth.

Gone are the days 
where guava tree leaves floated by my windowsill,
carried on wings of the wind,
and the smell of sweet fruit invaded the open spaces of my
bedroom.

The sensory experiences of new surroundings, the physical aspects of migration and the tangible contrasts between past and present environments.

Dust dances in the sun trails

  as shadows stretch out across the wall

   cast from bodies lay sprawled on our bed.

     Your head on my chest,

       two hearts at rest,

       I’m surrounded by the essence of you

      I’ve waited a 100 winters for you Little Wolf.

Just in case no one has told you this lately,
I love you, 
I’m proud of you, 
and I respect you...

My thoughts go from 0-60 in less than 3.5,
traveling at breakneck speeds, 
up and down the raceway of my mind...

As time flies first class
with seats reclined, windows shades down,
my dreams, love, and spirit travel on angels’ wings,