Author's note: This is a stream of consciousness I did recently. When I did this, I thought of Milwaukee, with all the skyscrapers, buildings, and ramps. I also thought a little of New York City, and how it is "the city that never sleeps." I tried to use some repetition in this piece.
Looming giants fill the streets,
We appear as ants,
Ants appear as nothing,
Skyscraper after skyscraper cut into the sky,
Clouds feel closer than their tips,
Different ramps wind within each other like snakes.
We ride up and down and around,
Seemingly endless roads,
Walking around, the scene ablaze with activity,
Civilians hustling from work to home and back again,
Taxis pop out more frequently than cars do,
Going to and from,
From and to,
Ride up, up, up the elevator,
Walk up, up, up the stairs,
At the top of the giant,
I feel so small,
So out of place,
On top of the world it seems,
I can see it all.
Building to building,
City to city, place to place,
The world feels in my reach.
Windy, cloudy, sunny, I can find it all.
So different up here, like floating.
Then we stop,
Sucked into the city itself,
Like we are one.
