Friday, April 10, 2015

Noticing the little things

Most people in this city are too busy to notice things;

walking along, fast as they can
to catch a bus or train,
flipping between
and cell phone,

they miss things

        -- like how the wind
        sweeps in,
        shaking the dry leaves
        out of the flame tree
              showering yellow
        all over the pedestrians
        criss-crossing the roads;

all they do
is open their umbrellas;

they don't see

      the fine blue grass
      with little flowers
      sprouting in the cracks
      of a dry wall

       or a cat sleeping
           in the shadows
       under the staircase
           all stretched out;

they don't hear

       the happy hum of a bee
       finding a hibiscus in bloom

       or a mynah mimicking traffic

all they do is walk, eyes forward,
ears plugged into their own music

           completely focused

on getting to where they want to get to

           fast as they can.


grapeling said...

true. today, I saw a man with his dog, holding a sign while sitting outside the market. I chose to buy him a sandwich, water, and some chocolate, since it seemed no one else saw him. ~

Ravenblack said...

It's easy even to dismiss a person as part of the background. Thank you for all your comments on my poems.

dsnake1 said...

loved the little details in this poem. in our frenzy pace in this city, we only notice the bus numbers and train arrival times.

ah, those mynahs are so damn smart. :)

Ravenblack said...

And very mischievous. :)