The Corridor

I was walking up to work on Friday morning. I walk up this steep wide road called Bridge Street for any Sydney siders, to work and the light was just shining down the street. All I saw ahead of me was this blazing yellow light it was incredibly beautiful and all I thought was one word. Corridor. I wrote it in my notebook instantly and it was only this morning that I thought up a poem to go along with what I saw.

The Corridor

The light whirls down the funnel

down the funnel corridor

like it has before

every day since its human construction

and yet the light

the light trickles here just like

any brook or stream 

just as any in nature

and why is this and what is this

that a corridor of tall skyscrapers

can do this

why on earth should it appear

as a shimmering halo atop the climb

each day and who can tell

who can ever truly know

the source and ways of lights

twisting down these corridors