Lost in the City

Who knew a walk
could be so . . .
depressing.
Perhaps it’s the way
wet streets cling
to our emotions,
weighing us down
in shadowy corners,
where we realize
the street lights,
the traffic lights,
won’t show us
the way home.
Walking in the bustle
where everyone pretends
they can’t see you.
Aren’t we the same?
All physically walking
and yet,
mentally running
to get out of the rain?

Copyright ©2001 by Sondra L. Schlossberg. All rights reserved.

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