When you spend your entire life
to the glare, blare and harshness of
do you even pay attention
if your life was in danger, with something
much bigger than you
hurtling towards you
bellowing its presence
would the roar of its impending nearness
even phase you?
Written after a close call with a street boy who was standing - all alone - in the middle of a VERY busy intersection, apparently unaware of the traffic whizzing by him. Horns honking, blaring and screaming. Yet he remained there, in that spot, without moving.