Through The Glass.....A Menagerie
Updated on January 4, 2010
Through the glass~ A Menagerie.
Like the grains
of sand beneath them,
they lie scattered
along the shores,
tossed here by
the tumults of life.
Thousands of minuscule
specks of humanity,
on our tiny
pinpoint dot of Earth,
floating in the vast
expanse of endless space.
One gets a whole
new outlook when gazing
from thirty stories high
through tinted glass.
Glass that at
one time was itself,
just grains of sand
fused to a melting point,
and then melded into
a more relaxed state.
Much like the souls
below, who were all
overheated, and
then blown from,
many foreign parts,
and every state,
into this place
to cool down.
Here they can reflect on
nothing more important,
then whether to take
a long ocean dip,
or soak up the
relaxing rays
of the sun.
Sun which bounces off
the oiled sheen of their skin,
much like the reflections
that move across my room,
as I fetch some towels,
and a couple of cold brews,
on my way to becoming
another speck intermingled,
with that many colored,
miniature, menagerie of mankind,
that lies assembled
amidst the sand and the sea
below me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©-MFB III