the building that i felt

sitting on the rooftop

on a rainy day in denver.

sitting on top of a building

full of connections i have

to others in the world.

the unease he created

making me shudder at a sound

and a simple motion.

the humanness she made me feel

through the pictures

and stories of others.

the rain helps

the creative process,

i think.

and the ding of the bells

chiming randomly

but also always on time.

this building understands me.

i think it can feel me

thinking.

and echoes it.

does it feel anyone else

thinking?

maybe those people on the wall

or the room of unease.

i wonder if they feel

the building i felt.

A.N,