infrastructure.

it was an ignorant conviction
that it was me who chose
the infrastructure filling the
wild space of this world
rising almost as if
with each of my step

this city
with its invisible hands
draws and pushes
pulls and tricks me into
exits and entrances
welcomings and estrangements

and then my hand into your hand
so unexpectedly on the bench
in the park where my neighbour
walks her dog every day and
where once I saw a bird hatch
eat worms and fly away into the

limitless vast unknown
yet here, you and I, beautifully finite
scratch the grey concrete walls
in exchange for colourful memories
that leave their own unique footprints
on the canvas of everything that’s human