105 E 15th

the hour is early
mists move over the water
ferns lean down and drink
at the edge of the pond

looking down into the reflected sky
I saw the curious being looking back

midnight suspends
engines drone somewhere down below
as lights blink upward through the floors

in the broken elevator mirror
I saw the indifferent exploded face

hours cease
nor is there movement
just invisible desert tides
shaping starborn sands
into many eyes

someplace I’ve been looking from
some place I keep looking toward