Mute - I

I managed to catch it; the dull sunlight's reflection,

As red turned to amber, and then that to green,

And the mass it seemed to hurry forwards,

But from where I was standing they were moving back,

But I suppose they were just following the road,

And soon they went so fast that I couldn't tell the difference:

Which was the vehicle and which was the passenger.

After a while this became boring, and I turned to 

Face where I was supposed to go, and set off,

Pacing myself, for I knew I tend not to go slow, but

To rush, as if there were an imaginary deadline swallowing it up;

The earth behind my walking feet.

From the corner of my eye, the red balloon drives past.

I was separated by metal-glass, but I could sense the agitation,

And sure enough, a few metres later and the doors opened.

A river of people became a flood as they jumped off the sinking edge,

And walked towards occupation, recreation, other things like that.

Then what once was the ark sped off, considerable 

More empty than before. But now the flood was dry,

And the path awry. To my left I could guess them,

and as I looked I was rewarded with confirmation. 

Each brick being laid, each brick the same,

Each brick was balanced, on another of it's name.

I never understood why people build more walls.

As the kerb neared me, I had to stop and wait,

My steps they started to hesitate, just in case

I couldn't see, or couldn't hear. Though I had no reason to be

So nervous. I leaped small movements across to the middle,

The best place to be. Either side was vacated,

But there was a chance.

That anything could pass me by.