The Big City

Up here, in this dark apartment,
I sit alone. It’s quiet.
From my dew-dotted window,
I look down through a thick fog.

It wraps its misty fingers around the buildings,
And the cars, and the people, and the pets, and it
Chokes them.
It stifles them, and isolates them.

I watch dark outlines,
Drifting silently through the milky haze.
Like ghosts, but with a sense of purpose.

Headlights carve swaths of vision,
But only illuminate the bumper ahead of them.

The cars edge along, slowly,
With each window tightly shut,
And the volume dial turned to max;
Little metal boxes, stranded all alone, in a city of millions.

But my dew-dotted window,
Can protect me from the horror fog.
I turn on my television to drown out
The televisions above and beside me,
And then I fall asleep,
Alone.