At this height there is silence
but for the sound of my own breath
as it escapes, frosting up the pane of glass
upon which I rest my forehead.
From here, the people below are indistinguishable,
moving en masse
as if ants in a glass farm -
a study in organized chaos.
hesitant to leave my observation post
and join the fray.
The door closes behind me
with a whisper and a click.
I can hear the muffled conversations
behind closed doors,
as I make my way down the long corridor
to the elevator.
In the lobby,
a smartly dressed man holds the door open for me,
releasing me into the cacophony
of urban sound.
I allow myself to be swept away –
becoming part of the swarm.