a camera crew,
filming a truck-police chase.
practicing their craft
outside the circus school in an abandoned park.
washing the windows of those who are trapped in an office.
gardeners at work,
watering the gardens outside the theatre.
reaching up to the sky –
yet dwarfed by the mountain that sits overlooking this city.
all over this place –
sales agents waiting to earn their commission,
new models waiting to be driven off the showroom floor
by another satisfied customer.
students milling around
outside the technikon building,
not realizing these are the last of their easy days
for adulthood awaits them in a little while.
the bank’s branded car
the print shop’s mural’d van
the courier’s enclosed scooter:
business as usual.
going about their business,
members of the public
waiting their turn in long lines –
victims of drawn-out administrative processes
in the age of technological advancement.
outside this place I call ‘work’ –
yet I still wish to feel free of such average surroundings
for I spent many days in a place much more beautiful
in days of sun
and occassional peace within my life’s cage
But those days are gone
and this is where I’m stationed
for the present
Will I ever return
to that place?
Or somewhere better?