The stars of my childhood were the lit windows in the buildings

The trees were the tall, black lampposts,

hanging its branches over the street

The insect calls were found in the rumbling of trains and accelerating cars

This was my nature

As an adult, I discovered the other kind

The bushes alive with fireworks

The sounds of motorcycle engines in the throats of frogs

Each sound and light, a circuit board of life

Nature and city collide, cry, crash, and cradle

A gasp, a grasp, a growl

All a part of the circuitry in my veins

My city was my forest; the jungle, a town.