(after walking on the High Line, NYC)
Walk the Long Way, Sky-Garden-view
Ghost whistle echoes down the tree-tracks,
Present grows over Past,
The only cargo, memories,
Bridging over city streets.
Boats peek through on the path.
The “IQ building” stops,
He’s All for Love
Capture yourself in flowers,
Shady benches beckon,
The young band plays.
Here on the road where lovers might stroll.
I could sleep ’twas it safe,
Nestled in green,
Over the rumble, Under the lights
While childhood places whisper,
Looking out to the water.
Mason Trent is a poet, professional dancer and a storyteller. She started writing poetry and prose from a very young age. And has memorized and recited poems from Shakespeare to Rilke. Every year she is published as a guest of City College in their publication, “Poetry in Performance.” In 2009 she made a CD of “imaginary folk” story songs (“From Somewhere,”) written on her little papoose guitar. She also loves playing her Native American flute, live music, Nature, coaching students in dance and spending time with good friends.