Stirred Waters

The city races within itself:
A labyrinth of movements.
It shuffles profusely from side to side,
Yet remains where it is.

Each city dweller casts rocks
Into the waters of the city.
The city stirs, its ripples grow,
The reflection runs to hide.

Within these waves the self abides:
Swimming and drowning.
The tide draws in the forgotten sands
Of the remote shore.

The clock ticks past the baby’s ear
And startles it to cry.
The baby’s cry shuts the baby’s eye
To the mother’s gaze.

The haze that hovers above the city
Severs it from the sky.
The shaking pond laments the loss
Of its calmer waters.