Brick

Every day I pass
unseeing
these faces are not people
but bricks
stacked one on the other
indistinguishable

Today I stopped
looked
at this brick
so distinct from the others

Yes
that one

I never noticed how the light catches it
excuse me
her
She smiles at me
I see the pain there
the hope
the unrealistic wish to some day visit Venice

Suddenly all those bricks
are me

For the Weekend Wordsmith – Brick