I fall in love the minute we land.
Her skies grey,
yet they welcome me.
I take a deep breath,
I feel like I am home,
even though we just met.
She is his city
and so I feel like she's mine.
Her beauty unfolds as I
watch her awaken from her sleep.
I want to embrace her,
the way she embraces him.
I fall into her,
she is magical at sunrise
over the Boston harbor.
Red brick buildings,
historical walks,
ducks that come to life in a
children's book I read to him
when he was a child.
In her streets I walk
feeling alive,
they tease me because my smile
is wider,
my voice is lighter,
they don't know that I am home.
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This was beautiful. I love how you consider your city as female. I think some cities ARE female. Savannah, Georgia? Definitely female. Miami? Female. But then there's St. Louis, which I think of as male. Is that odd?
ReplyDeleteThank you :) I don't think that's strange I think we just have a certain feeling about certain places. :)
DeleteHaven't been to Boston before, sounds like quite the place.
ReplyDeleteIt is quite the place :)
DeleteLove the way you describe the city not as place, but person. Could feel the texture of this verse. Very nice Ayala.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rudri :)
Deletei have yet to go there but you stoke the fire all the more with your words...much to take in...and that you have that connection through him...i am sure you heard about it well before now....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian. It is a charming city that you will fall inlove with :)
DeleteLovely, lovely...and nicely personified!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly :)
DeleteAh... if it feels like home then, it must be home. I love all of this. The instant falling in love. The scene over the Boston harbour. Reading to 'him' when he was a child.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry.
It's amazing..he used to love this book when he was little..I would read it countless times..and it took place in the Boston Commons park...and now we were there watching the ducks and the swan ducks..so cool. Thank you, Bren :)
Deletesome cities do that to us...don't they...they just embrace us and there is a connection...in your case there is a real connection...love how you describe your feelings here
ReplyDeleteThank you, Claudia. I think both of us fall inlove with places that we travel to. :)
DeleteMmmm. I have fallen in love with places at first sight.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how you captured the feeling of the city here. It is so true, isn't it, that some cities DO just feel like home.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mary. Yes, some places feel like home :)
DeleteI love the emotion in this... it shone right through your words. It is such a wonderful feeling to find that place that is home.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelly. Glad you enjoyed :)
DeleteIt really is a special place, and you let us know just how special,it is to you, too. I so admire the forthrightness and honesty of your writing. It allows your many readers to engage with your poetry in ways that aren't possible for most. Very nice work.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Steve. How thoughtful of you to say. I appreciate it. :)
DeleteThat was lovely!!! Gave me goosebumps really..
ReplyDeleteWhen the city you love so much loves you back, it's a very special feeling indeed!
Thank you, Kavita. Sweet of you.
DeleteLovely work. I usually feel more at home away from cities, but I understand exactly what you mean.
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Yes... love at first sight. :)
DeleteWhat a relief to love the city that chose him. Perhaps she's gone out of her way to gentle and lighten (a little less grey) herself for you.
ReplyDeleteYes !!!!!
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I love the picture you describe--the city opening up its arms and embracing you.
ReplyDeleteBoston is a beautiful and wonderful place; I don't get to visit there often, but when I do I understand a bit why my brother chose to call it home.
It is wonderful. I hope your brother enjoys it :)
DeleteI haven't been there but she looks beautiful from your words ~
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the city ~
Thank you, Grace. I hope you visit her one day. :)
DeleteThank you, MZ :)
ReplyDeleteAh, that's lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary :)
DeleteThat's really sweet Ayala. When I am home it's a very small town, a ser4ies of settlements along a long shore road really and every body knows me there, but it sure feels great to be there! Next summer I will be. Maybe for the last week in June, and the first half of July. We'll see what the cards have in store for me.
ReplyDeletexoxoxo
Sounds nice Jannie :) xoxo
DeleteI know that feeling well..wanting to embrace the home, the city of a loved one..the way the loved embraces and owns and becomes part of that. A lovely piece of work, here, Ayala, as usual. I just love reading your poems...I'
ReplyDeletem always refreshed. Thank you for sharing this!
Thank you, Jackie. You are kind :)
DeleteSo beautifully expressed, Ayala. You gave us those special moments and placed them so carefully in our most historic US city, a city of colleges and university - the air alive with joy of learning, of satisfying curiosity, and the thrill of crossing cultures and languages. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteHappy you enjoyed it, Gay. Thank you kindly :)
Deletethere is no place like home
ReplyDeleteTrue :)
DeleteIt's a nice feeling when home. We get very familiar with the goodness of facilities rendered that it's almost heavenly to be home in our own city. Nice write ayala!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you, Hank :)
Deletelovely poem, Ayala-- thanks so much for reading me. xxxj
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jen :) always a pleasure to.
Deletehome sweet home.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janu :)
DeleteThe last line clinched it for me. I wonder how much I'll smile when I finally unite with my love in her town. This poem filled me with happiness at the thought.
ReplyDeleteGene
I hope you have much happiness when you reunite :)
DeleteAyala this is magical--a true sense of place, and what it does and means. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joy. Happy you loved it :)
DeleteSuch a beautiful poem, Ayala...some places just feel like home sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Louise. Some places do :)
DeleteXo :)
DeleteSounds like a wondeful place to visit.
ReplyDeleteIt is :)
DeleteTribute to Boston... I have wanted to go for some time
ReplyDeleteLuke, I hope you go because you will fall in love . :)
Delete"I fall in love the minute we land." -- I fell in love the minute I read this first line. What a great poem! This return to the city of another's memories and childhood, and making it your own. One of my favourites of your poems, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chris. Your comment is so sweet and kind. I truly appreciate it.
DeleteI visited NYC in March and I fell in love right away. Felt like my city too. I've never been to Boston but I hear (from other and NOW from you) that is is awesome. Need to book a trip!
ReplyDeleteYes, you need to book it :)
DeleteOH YOU CAPTURED HER!!! I LOVE this place and rejoice that I get to call Boston home! I can see every place you talk about and love that you read about the ducks when he was little! Full circle....If ever you have time when you're here, I'd love a hug and cup of coffee!!
ReplyDeleteI would love that hug and cup of coffee :)
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