On the city streets I watch scores of people passing by
And wonder – if I close my eyes do they cease to exist?
The sidewalks are spilling over with folks of all types
And I feel the presence of one thousand spirits
Wanting to be heard and seen.
Yet we manage to skirt by each other
Mostly without so much as a glance.
From my room on the 26th floor
I see patterns and views I did not notice from below.
I see the rhythmic movement of the cars and people
Like blood cells being propelled through my veins.
And I come to see how all of these beings and structures
Have supported my existence in the city today.