A building in my neighborhood draws me,
A simple rectangular structure;
White façade, few adornments
Except a small central arc near its roof,
With a single word:
EXISTENCE.
From across the street, I stop and stare-
And wonder.
Alone on the block,
First floor windows tightly barred;
It looks empty and dark.
EXISTENCE,
It reads.
I cross the street; look up and stare-
And wonder.
Some days shadows fall over its plain white face,
Clouds gather,
Darkness falls,
But aside from an occasional “For Rent” sign;
It seems unchanged and unchanging.
“EXISTENCE,”
It says;
And I-
I Wonder