Cira

Last night, as I was walking home, I noticed the lights of Cira Centre flashing quickly from red to light blue to red to light blue . . . It was beautiful. I loved it because I could understand how the midrise skyscraper, the lone skyscraper west of the Schuylkill River, would want to flash its lights brilliantly in order to draw attention away from the Center City skyline and toward itself. In contrast to the high energy and perpetual persistence of Cira's flashing lights, the Center City skyline -- made up of Comcast Center, Liberty One and Two, the Mellon Bank Center, and the Bell Atlantic Tower -- was barely lit up other than the lights from inside the offices themselves, and was, for all intents and purposes, lifeless.

Tonight I again noticed the flashing lights of Cira Centre, but this time as a reflection off of one of the anonymous midrise buildings in Center City. And I thought to myself, man, this building keeps catching my eye, it keeps on flashing its lights, it keeps on calling to the rest of the city: look at me, look at me! I love that attitude, because, as an isolated midrise, there is no egotism or excessive pride in that flashing, just a sincere and passionate desire to shine. I love that attitude, because sometimes I feel the same way, I just wanna do my thing and I wanna do it with a little flash, a little panache, a little something different, although not too too proud, but in the end I wanna be noticed, especially at nighttime -- just like Cira.

To read a poem that I wrote about Cira, click this link:
Para leer un poema que he escrito sobre Cira, haga clic en:
"Lucitas Azules"

I'll wait and shine
as late in time
until you're mine.