27 Winter Workday: A Monday Set in Stillness

I sought inspiration in a milky winter sky

Dirty dishwater or

the calm Between the storms

Between the edge of the winds

That come slicing like Ginsu knives.

Figures

Making their chess moves

Sliding in along the walk

Women slung with bags and extra shoes

Men with hands plunged deep

In pockets

All with bent heads

A bizarre stage for a Monday morning

Out of nowhere, a flock of birds opens up to break the stillness

The rest of us coast through, leaving small impressions.

The only ripples made of bird wings.