great cities

easy to lose one's way in a sea of loneliness

emptiness with escape from anything
atoms collide led by intelligence
caught in the maelstrom of infinite energy
the moving of living beings 
human and other life forms innumerable
i search for meaning in the eyes of the walking, 
some talking on the streets of the city
i search for the eyes of compassion and find the vacuum of souls
their eyes empty, see through me and past me, into the distance
my vision is blurred with the pain in my own
the taste of this color, 
this sea of white faces,
browns light and dark
floating and bobbing walking about, 
milling and wandering purposeful some
meandering some, erratic and aimless
i stoop to pick up a coin 
and come near a stampede of collisions 
of human intentions mixed with indecisions
whether to stop or stumble on through 
my own wayward obstruction their full frontal view, 
my impertinent skew
the taste of this color is bitter and tart
it poisons my palate and dizzies my heart
what started in innocence, walk in the park 
led me to fearfulness, lost in the dark
accustomed to country roads long and still
birds flying high and mountains' backyard
found me in cities of York
curious tourism turned vexed voyager's perplexity