Brian’sPoems

Empty Buildings

Seeing myself in the urban landscape...

How very mean and low
I’m feeling this morning!
Everything is falling
into the harsh focus
of my critical mind.

I’m aware of my outrage,
and a strange concern
for our vacant urban areas
filled with tall, empty buildings.

My angers seethes
at the waste of so much space,
tons of glass, steel and concrete
empty of everything
that truly matters in life.

Still, the rush is on
to build even more towers –
here, there, and everywhere,
yet are nowhere needed.

I take a moment
so the silliness of our world
won’t subsume me in tall structures,
in artifice and false narratives,
or in the tower prison
of my anger.

The best thing I can do
is to take a walk in nature
and focus on natural formations
with appreciation and love.