Reflections - by Tirzah Sheppard

Heavy, obtrusive, threatening

The cranes indicate 

an imminent 

change

Its benevolent 

intent meaningless in the glaring reality of 

its overwhelming power

I crane my neck to see its entirety

My jaw opening as the weight of my head shifts backwards

The sun reflects off of one of the beams, blinding me as

I wonder

How much space and time lie 

between myself and this enormous looming 

structure

How much time would I have 

should it become unhinged?

Would I be able to escape the impending doom?

Or would I freeze, paralyzed by fear?

I look at my feet to recalibrate my vision

But the whiteness of the sidewalk shocks my eyes;

the crane's reflection too fresh in my memory