Detached

I walked through the crowd—
heads down, screens up, hustlers,
dogs yanking leashes,
kids screaming for sugar.

everybody clawing for something.

money, sex, status,
a little mercy,
a little edge.

I had nothing to want.
kept moving.

left, right—
light as smoke.

that’s the trick—
drop the rope,
and the world quits pulling.

so I walked.
let the phones glow,
the faces twitch,
the desperate scroll for meaning—
I wanted none of it.
just the street,
and my two feet
both paid for in full.

Keeping away from all that hampers one. Enjoyed!

Enjoyed :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor