A Poem by Montgomery Maxton

This morning there is no
Brooklyn Bridge, no
Mannahatta, just shadow
castles encased in sonic fog.

From this thirtieth floor perch
I see no one except
ghosts, whirling about
in all their confusion.

In the villages south
they prepare for the
hurricane, its anger a
guaranteed destruction.

But here, just quiet,
just blank, but I am certain,
somewhere, still,
there is the promised Eden.

Montgomery Maxton is a poet, writer, photographer, and mixed-media artist. His fourth and fifth books will be released in 2021. He lives in New York City.