A Hush

There was a hush inside the air

When you were lying on the stairs

Feeling the world had scattered there

Like little feathers on the air

And as the people filed away

The men in suits of black and grey

Each with his hands inside his coat

Each with a hush inside his throat

And this concrete cold

And this cruise control

And the drops of blood in the shaving bowl

Are there not the wings bright and hovering

That would pull you up with a thousand wings?

Let me through

Been thinking, how did we arrive?

Was it by fortune or design?

Or was there something else in mind?

Let there be something else in mind