sensing the city

i think it is the smell,
or the sound
or the way we move in, out and about the earth
with fabric underneath our feet, separating us from the earth 
the earth under all the piles of cold buildings, of the clean pavements
our clean lines as we pass each other in the train stations in our silos 
we move together, individually, to our various destinations
for various purposes – to sleep, to meet, to fulfil some part of being human
and repeat it all over again the next day, and the day 
after searching for some meaning and value,
finding some way to articulate what it means to be living 
in a city,
with other individuals.