with every step that we make
comes a question: how come? where? or, when?
so I sit here waiting
for the bus to come
waiting
for an answer to my questions;
why? I watch the ants
climbing up a tree
every single morning...
where do they go? and why?
how many will reach the top
and how many will ever touch the ground
once more?
and why? why do I ask myself such things?
how insignificant must they seem to you
some of you... most of you...
suddenly I look down
in the shade, a bird is searching
for food in the dust..
how many of you will care
how many of you will even see?
and why must I see, or why do I care?
a bird, an ant, a cloud, a shade,
a thought, a smile, one leaf,
the wind, the sun, the bridge
the heart of the city...you...
I see and I ask
questions -
insignificant
to you
thoughts