Flowered shoes on a marble floor

Flowered shoes on a marble floor 

One a part of me, one an other.

Back against the cold surface

I blink once slowly, 

They’re still there. 

I’m still here.

Another walks to.

eyes follow,

sits down, 

takes out a notebook, 

deep breath, 

not what you expect. 

pain on face, 

look back to the shoe and its lace.

To the right, and people still. 

left, and back with the window.

Massive in size. 

Framing something you can’t completely take in. 

Straight ahead, 

the marble stretches.

You sit on the line

between the right and left. 

people and buildings, 

trust or structures,

It seems as if I would be leaping with the right not the left.

Left is the snow topped buildings with smoke coming from their top. 

sky scrapers bigger than anything  comprehendible, 

Bigger than me. 

Wonderful examples of sound structures.

foundation, 

support bars, 

it holds up. 

These buildings stand tall for all to see,

They have figured out how to stand alone and together,

I envy them.

Right holds persons whose faces are caught up in the task at hand.

focus,

conversing,

I want to stand and proclaim “I am here, and you are too,”

lips don’t part, 

this makes me worse.

Breathe,

blink once slowly again, 

open. 

I see a smile, 

a scratch of the head, 

magnificent and not even fully aware. 

Why am I so scared?

I’ve looked left, I’ve looked right, 

something new I have yet to explore, 

up.

The sky is still blue, 

it’s even larger than all of the buildings combined,

it homes both the inhabitants of left and right.

And I sit in the middle. 

Flowered shoes on a marble floor, 

I’m asked to move before I can figure more.