I was walking for miles
where no one seemed to care,
the snow was waist deep,
a busy avenue with no passing cars.
I remember seeming like this would be forever,
knowing I had just tried finding some eternal
yet, still I was this human being,
walking in snow,
wondering if anyone really cared.
That was thirty years ago,
I might do the same thing,
or if I noticed me then,
there on the street tonight,
I wonder if it would be me,
visibly indicating by my actions,
I didn’t either,
I couldn’t care anymore.
Perhaps that’s what happens,
when the world begins to implode
rather than allowing itself
a burst, a shower,
a monsoon like rainstorm,
filling the streets with clarity.