Black smog cowering over my head 
I too am consumed by the masses.

They try desperately
to make their precious deadlines.
Breezing past the red eyes.
Cursing the law behind. 

Can’t see what’s ahead.
Can’t see past the shimmer
of rubber finders.
Or the luminescent turn signals
blocking out the natural sunlight. 

I watch as the world slows to a crawl.
Everyone wanting to get everywhere at once.
Yet moving no where at all. 

That which I seek for peace
has long since fizzled out.
Leaving me to the honking and the slight thump
of middle fingers on hard glass. 

And I ask God, "Why?
Why is this happening to me?"
He answers by turning off the air
and turning up the heat. 

So here I remain
till the masses let up.
As the skyscrapers roll by,
leaving behind their sign.

One pull till the sun leaves 
And black smog covers the sky again. 

cori graham