The City

As I return to the city, I see the lights of the skyscrapers above

Who is inside?  What are they thinking?  What are they doing?  

It makes me all the more curious as I step off of the bus and see the doves

I see another tall building.  And another.  And yet another.  I’m feeling very small

As small as a tiny ant in a large garden surrounded by giant flowers, plants and all

Will I even make it through my stay here in this place of giant towers of glass?

What makes people think that being in buildings such as these are superior to brick?

Are status, wealth, appearances, icons, statues, even location things to impress?

A red concentric circle with a red dot. What kind of icon is that?

downtown minneapolisA horse and carriage on display?  What point does that emblem make?

More traffic, more noise, more people in a smaller space make me, an ant

More stifled, more crowded and more claustrophobic – never mind at risk for being squished

Hundreds upon hundreds of feet, some with high heels, some with low, some with none

Then the loud, pounding noises of the construction workers – they’re destroying more land

For more buildings with glass and more room for the buses to go through to bring more people

And with each building with glass that’s built, that’s less of the beautiful blue sky we see

Instead, there are people canvassing in these walkways above the streets between buildings

Some remain on the streets but the skies?  Can hardly be seen at all as the buildings are so tall

Does my presence even matter?  I’m just – an ant.  I’m a nameless, faceless body that wanders

Through the streets of this large city, between the tall buildings that reach the skies above

All that have glass, all who have people who I wonder what they do

While all I feel is like an ant being squished in an ant farm.