From a thousand miles away I drive you to this traffic snarl my dear.
One mile stretch Northbound Exit 164 Seneca street.
The city smiles like home to me.
I take a good look as Columbia Tower rises majestically: Still
looking beautiful and never grows old. Splendid views of
skyscrapers blessed my weary eyes. Dreams of an African child
appearing real-my heart ponders.
Exodus all over the green Freeway. Express lane Gates close as we
acknowledge the Northside massive. Northbound portal I proceed.
Exit 167 Mercer Street to The Deny Triangle. The Mighty City of
Seattle welcoming us.
One Thousand parking stalls I chose my space.
Step out and walked pass the stealth monitoring above.
The mind of the city captivating in 3D motion. Walking by No
Parking sign on a metal graved crosswalk my spirit twirls to the beat
of this bursting city.
Suddenly before my eyes: Jostling cranes, Giant holes in the ground
and construction crews everywhere: more than the police.
I saw every day people constantly moving.
Billboards and symbols evoke a supernatural feeling like a
soothingly pacing Anime. Welcome to online paradise.
As the rain continue,the process continue.
Glory days to the city of eminence.
Nostalgic emotions my mind starts to regress
I saw thousand doors to access.
Hold my hand my dear as we navigate.
Promise is comforting at the space needle gate.
My name is Yusupha Gaye from The Gambia. I’ve lived in Seattle for 15 years. I am an event coordinator for Sir Yus Production. I love soccer and making digital music. I am passionate about the everchanging city of Seattlle and all its energy and vibes.
Editor’s note: This poem was develop as part of a writing workshop taught by Charles Mudede at Hugo House this past Spring, “Writing the New City“.