When a tower rises.
Where towers rise.
Cast tall shadow
Upon tall shadows.
Hiding reasons from
Making of empty.
Void of place.
The streets are empty.
What makes a city come alive?
Or rather, I should ask why
– Why would we want a city to come alive?
Maybe the second question is easier to answer.
If you haven’t already, you should follow the Guardian’s Cities’ series talking about all things cities – a fantastic resource for spreading thoughtful insights about our urban built environment.
A recent article from the series that caught my attention featured a compilation of stories about people walking their neighbourhoods in their respective cities. As a self confessed urbanist, I revelled in these stories, reminiscing about the days I used to walk all the time.
This poem has the potential to cause some grief so please take with a grain of salt.
Originally Published on Twitter:
Dear Pom Siti Road Vendors,
Thank you for the smuk na buai.
The galip nut.
Thank you for the deer antler.
The Nius-Pepa na GoGo Cola.
The 6 ft mirror.
Steering wheel cover, Dark Specs na Air Freshner.
Always and forever,
A poem about PNG women challenging engrained assumptions.
HOWW TO READ: To enjoy the entire piece, please read all three perspectives.