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

reasoning,

yet, still I was this human being,

walking in snow,

waist deep,

wondering if anyone really cared.

 

That was thirty years ago,

and today,

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,

for them,

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.