Just Another Dream

I was somewhere,
Maybe Chicago, or New york.
A kind of place where
the glass of tall buildings
and the blue in the sky
create a blur.
A kind of place where
bridges rails hang
and train tracks bang.
The place where a city creates an echo.
Between the railings,
a bird sat quietly,
drawn by the stillness of my hand,
it flew to me.
I felt its soft weight
on my single finger.
So simple it felt like fate.
A decision to keep it,
led to a gently folded bird,
kept in the warmth of my shirt.
A companion to my heartbeat,
beneath my silk in a backseat.
I awoke,
confused as of where I was,
no more blurs or hanging rails.
Reminiscing of where I was.
Not knowing where but just knowing,
I was somewhere.