Workday

Silence is shattered at dawn.

Slim fingers of red reach across the dark sky-

Metal beasts rumble loudly on their way.

Small chirps make a chorus of angry horns

Overshadowed by a siren which deafens in the midst.

Tucked away in warmth… I wonder

At the motion that lay before the threshold

So mindless in its ferocity.

Do they know of the small spaces of wonder in the labyrinth?