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
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