the night was filled
with visions
of things
impossible
to conceive
the day was filled
with doldrums
impossible
to ignore

the city is awake
yet fitfully so
moving in small shudders
as if congested
with too many
tiny clots
spread all along
the arterial passages
from here to there

i am a red blood cell
fresh from marrow
unaware of my destination
only swept along
by the pumping
of a foreign heart
far from my
birthplace
drifting along to home