Literature
The City
It's easy to get trapped in the lines.
Sirens blare, traffic weaves through the city streets
It's easy to say humanity is just a natural disaster.
Always out of time, but there is no end to the
travesty, cacophony, the press of people, over flowing off the edges,
too many and too much.
It's easy to get lost.
But just wait a moment.
Take a deep breath and look around the concrete forest,
jungle of wires and electricity.
Look for the stars shining out of people's homes, listen to the
sighs of the day and the songs of the night.
Notice the rhythm of life and its movement.
It's long work to just stand still.