A city sky is diluted with artificial light
and car exhaust; discoloured,
but not out of focus as
planes pass by overhead…
We are out of sight.

Sweat-slick and breathless,
of the six billion people on earth,
I thought the only one
looking at me
was you.

It felt like I hadn’t been breathing
for weeks and weeks
and suddenly you reminded me,
You’re alive!

The crowd sucked me in, so tight,
as I walked down a street
thick with snow and warm bodies
all hurrying off
in their own directions
while I stared at the sky
(it was ours).