Poem

Below is extracted from “Poem Written in a Cab” by Alex Dimitrov

To the people
 reading this poem, hello.
 I want you to know
nothing bad will happen
as long as you’re here. 
Every line you see
was written in a cab. 
I’m on the FDR 
in the middle of winter 
and the sky is suddenly bluer 
than Sundays in June.
There’s no reason for it.
 No real science 
to what will happen when 
I get off at Chambers
 and Broadway, wearing
 gold and black sneakers
 on my way to meet
 a friend who is sad.
To my sad friends, hello. 
For you I will be
a version of myself 
I hardly remember. 
I will be a lake 
at the top of morning 
some late afternoon into night.
 And if you look away from 
this page, to your right 
there’s the world.
 I am only trying to describe it…
I thought I’d be happier 
and more handsome,
 certainly better loved 
and more stable 
this late in the day.
 But the secret with me 
(as I’m sure with you too) 
is that everyone thinks 
I am fine. Doing great!