I am the grit of the city
the rain stream staining
the skyscraper

I am the footsteps
at the bus stop
and the crunched coffee cup

I am the little dog
with a pony tail atop
my head that everyone pets

I am the askew sprinkler
soaking the pedestrians
as they pass

I am the wave's crest
I am the snow topped peak

I am blood
...breath

and pass through you
every single day.

Marta Sanchez