Stepping those feet down a busy, city sidewalk
Looking both ways
Seizing any gaze while endeavoring not to balk
at the faces of the empty and the occupied
before you cross
Was that a look of joy or a tear just cried
Careful to choose your expression
otherwise you might get hit
Its shadow bears the fruit of an honest inflection
Clouds form and fracture unnoticed overhead
and that would change everything
A minute without verdict
becomes a lifetime without finding instead
The concrete isn’t the only thing faulted
How can we help from being who we are