Push the Button

One stops to look up at the
blue sky
tall buildings
and traffic lights
make no indication
of which way it is to the next intersection

High frequency, density, fidelity, security
Sweeps through the crosses and the T's
Past the glass doors
Swivel chairs
Stainless steel
and strangers whose lives hang
In the balance between the parallels
(which somehow get tangled up
down the line)

a push of the button
reminds them that it is lunchtime
that greets them with
blasts of hot air
conversation
endless
locomotion
and four hours to go