Sidewalk
Cement. Pavement.
Ground pebbles and sand.
I shove my face up close
to notice textures and colors
not seen from my height.
I feel the surface scraping
ragged grooves into my flesh.
Rough. Rigid.
No pattern to the coarseness;
A barricade of hills
the ants must cross
to get to the grass on the other side.
A rainbow of colors;
brown, green, purple, and gray.
A glittering confetti of hues
forever bound by solidified sand.
Dirty. Dusty.
Do you ever tread this sidewalk, dear friend?
Where would you go,
would you walk alone?
Or perhaps,
with a companion or family?
Would you walk, trudge, or run?
I walk upon the sidewalk
to escape from where I once was.
I walk for some unknown destination.
The sidewalk is my causeway to neverwhere.
How far will it take me?