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?
A 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.