Cause and Effect
Standing, strolling, squatting
Arms folded in front, hooked around the legs of the neighbor upstairs.
More like shoulders than stairs, really, but who cares?
Carrying a hundred others
Walking, pausing, waiting among even thousands more
Dangling from different heights
All washed over with shades of the same color, same feelings
Unified through inescapable perils and uncertainty.
It's besetting, sure
Hardly worth getting upset about.
From up here I almost feel for that one guy hanging by his lonesome
Beating blood red, obviously strained, but comfortably composed.
Kept company by affectionate burdens with nobody to help bear
Makes it difficult to have a conversation, to ask about his day.
He's probably doing alright
Poem by Nick Pickering