Foot traffic
Life, caught in reflections of passers-by
Windows warp images
As congested streets blur with foot traffic
And you, sitting on the bench
Watching,
Waiting,
Learning life as it passes you by
Hand holding coffee
Fades in and out, in and out
As he walks past
Window after window
You thirst
Arms crossed behind each other
His hand in her back pocket
Her thumb through his belt loop
They walk, you yearn
Briefcase held stiffly at side
Leather hand grips the handle
On a mission, no time to waste
You wonder, insignificant?
In a crack, near the wall
You see it there
Like a friend seen on the other side of a passing train
Bodies fly by, legs in motion
No one sees but you
Ah life,
Captured in the smile of a small flower
Pushing its head toward the sun
Mouth bending on ends, you grin
Who’s missing life?
Stephen Kellogg – 2011
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I LOVE THIS POEM!!!!!! I have sat here. Priceless.
Leslie,
Thanks!! I’m not even sure what prompted / inspired this poem. I was about to head to bed and a line or two popped in my head. I sat down, poured it out and posted it. I do think that people often look at others lives and think “I want that” or “if only I had that” and they don’t look at the things they do have. Others go blindly throughout the “traffic” of life and don’t stop to appreciate the little things or nature at all.
Peace,
Stephen
I like to watch people and have sat on a bench at a mall or in Chicago doing just that, “watching people”.