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From Above

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Jose Maria Cuellar flickr

From Above

watching people from above

they look like miniature figures

with batteries on the inside

so that they walk in circles

always restless

running from here to there

and back again

no difference between start

and end point

with haste in their eyes

and doubts in their smiles

with names they didn’t choose

and talents they let rot away

with feelings concealed

behind a curtain of insecurity

and then in the middle of this crowd

of blurred and moving bodies

there is this one person

who looks out of place

who has no definite destination

who’s just passing time walking around

and she looks different than the rest

of the rushed people –

she looks happy.

– Maria

Maria was listening to her own thoughts while writing this poem.

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28/04/2015 mariajuko

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