On The Sidewalks
people rushing past me, like a herd of wildebeest migrating across the breast of Africa. a cacophony of sights, sounds and smells that defied identification or description. Amazement written on my face as my mouth hung open, and I stared at this mass of humanity. A country girl come to the City trying to pick out single observations in a kaleidoscope of life whirling by, walking backwards to see something I missed bumped and jostled on every side, a mere fly on the window of life. These are people! hundreds and thousands all oblivious of the other, in their own worlds, I struggled to stem the tide pushing me relentlessly where I would not go, I was but a piece of flotsam, floating on the river of humanity and carried on the stream of the raging current Each a person with a life of struggles; emptiness or fulfilment, meaningless or significant, How many were lost in that river? no one aware of their presence, rushing past them as they pushed past me on this day, standing on the sidewalks of the Big Apple. One little incident on my first visit to the Big City. Sharon August 2000 By josharon |