St. John's Parking Garage

Living can be hard sometimes,

But I sit and listen to cathedral bells chime,

Out of the soft concrete frame is a gentle view,

A soft, warm sunset sets fire to the former blue.

Many times, after work, I’ve snuck up here.

It is the ideal place to have crystalline thoughts,

So, I stand at the edge watching people below.

I am perched like a large, silent bird.

Yet no one knows,

I exist.