the way it is

the city stretches
her arms
turning on the lights
in the fog
of early morning.
you see it awaken
slowly.
the movement of life.
cars
and people walking
leaving
to go where they need
to be.
you see them waving,
kissing
someone goodbye.
exiting the warmth of home.
they quicken their
pace, looking
at their watches.
grasping their briefcases,
holding onto
their hats.
the commerce of the world
is loud
and numbing.
only thirty more years
to go.