Glide on my back, above the city.
Turn a corner, feet first.
Steam rises from the underground.
It begins to drizzle.
Pass through a mist,
At the entrance to the train station.
Closet caterpillars squirm on a leaf.
Butterflies emerge from cocoons.
Crickets chirp in the dark.
The sun begins to rise,
And birds sing a welcome song.
Another day begins.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 