Standing behind glass

I heard the silence echo

against steel and stone.

cup of tea and apple muffin
walk six blocks south and two avenues
east

down the steps into
wind tunnel;
up again and the world is
changed

across the river
shiny steel towers
cast shadows on people
moving, moving

street lunch aromas
sights in shop windows
entice the senses
better to sit in the park
looking, looking

journey back where
red bricks and five stories
abound
familiar faces and voices
resound

My dear friend Nelly posted a call to poetry today.  I am responding with a Haiku.

Can you see beyond

the limits of perception

to glimpse what is real?

Photo by Simplebitsdan on Flickr