Orienting Oneself to Overpasses

Concrete pillars, vehicular veins
humming with reckless rush-hour traffic,
bag weighing heavy on footpath,
sensations rise, anxious anticipations,
magnets drawn to ledge—doors that,
once opened, can never atone
for what is on the other side
of steps scraping gravel and gum along cigarette butt
trails littered with voices asking for change—