Glass

Corner coffee cafe Looping the rhythm of my human family My window view A fishbowl in reverse A woman in heels walking with a cane A man with his sole possessions Struggling across grates with his hand cart Each step multiplied by purpose To work, to play, to mindless direction Buses weave down unsuspecting streets Once traveled by horse Time oblivious to progress or change All a rhythm in moments Point A to point B Plumes of e-smoke cloud clouded heads Buns so tight; surgeons worry about employment The piano interlude stops me long enough to breathe in The traffic light holds the rush at bay A moment frozen in the fishbowl A view of my human family Skin tones are enhanced by dyed threads We cover our commonality in search of uniqueness Shielding our warmth, our shame Green is go, green is the color of nature, of greed, of envy The motion is set back in balance I tried to touch my human family The glass is clear but its barrier is strong I see out from my cage I see the world in motion I can feel the warmth from my human family The glass is real, and warm, and clear Look in, look in, look in, look in