The City
From some place high and far away.
Not too far away.
A concrete habitat gilded with glass, steel and twinkling electric light.
I like to watch the city from afar.
Like a voyeuristic deity I eat it up greedily with my eyes.
My minds' eye cannot grasp it all, the complexity, the multitudes of people.
This is how I, above all else, humble myself.
Because I am but one drop of water in a fathoms upon fathoms deep ocean.
Like everyone else, I must go with the force of the tides now and forever more.
We are all powerful when our droplets come together into a single massive wave.
We erode, steadily but surely, the obstinate rocks on the shore.
This is love.
Perhaps someone can see me.
A tiny silhouette of a man, holding a railing somewhere.
I will wave hello just in case.
Copyright © Frank Bohn | Year Posted 2015
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