To the Edge and Back

 

 

 

To the Edge and Back..

 

 

I found myself strolling down an
Uncertain paved avenue. where
Hazy figures moved around, and
Pearly mist shrouded their face
Surprisingly not surprised, I
Watched them with some detachment
For the sake of observation
Sat down on the embankment

There seemed to be a distinction
In the crowd, they seemed to know
With certainty, what their path, and
Where it was they had to go
While most of them seemed satisfied
Whatever up ahead loomed
Some shuffled on with dragging steps
In manner of impending doom

And yet another lot, confused
Going in circles, pacing ’round
Crossing in zigzagging paths but
Mute and deaf to breath and sound
No one here knew each other
And what is more, they did not care
Seeing right through everything
In vapid, blank eyed, empty stares

Just as likely, no one saw me
And I doubt they felt at all
The clattering stones ‘neath their feet
Or cold and clammy, damp rid walls
Neither the sun in straggled beams
That here, there would filtered glow
Not onto ground, but all around
The odd placid passer, and show
A wavering but sedate smile,
As though he’d known peace awhile.

 

So I watched them all go by,
Some shamefaced and abashed, contrite
Some with the joy of sunny beams,
Others the horrors of the night
And when a door opened ahead,
Beckoning to a glare so bright
There I got up, and bid farewell
And then I walked on back to life.

 

 

©CM
12.03.2013