City Recharge

Empty, lazy and totally clueless about what to do,

I decide to take a hike into the city

It’s raining steadily and evenly

A consequent pattern

It’s that time

Just before the bars, restaurants, coffee shops open

So

The best time

Gentle quietness

Before the guests ruin the atmosphere of these places

A pretty girl cycles by

She doesn’t look at me, of course

But at her phone, of course

I consider myself more as an observer than a participant of society

But people do see me

Not al of them 

But I see reactions towards me

After a while I realize 

My visual experiences are repetitive 

And mathematically spread over the old city centre

A small herd of Airbnb folk

Seem to be lost and deviant

While the rest of the people walk the streets

Like equally divided by the square meters

Small amounts and small groups of locals, tourists, pupils, students and labourers

Seem to be orderly placed 

By a chess player

Every quarter of an hour

Parcels delivery personnel

Standing in front of the doors

In vain attempts

The others are not at home

A guy is having a cup of tea and some milk

In a messy joint student place

Filled with empty beer bottles and much more

Having a hang over, I hope

Good old days 

I suppose

All over town

Lonely students 

Stare at their laptops

In their small chaotic overfilled rooms

My old favourite antique bookstore

I walk by

Its influx is gone

There are no boats on the canals

Only the rain is playing with the dark water

Leaving circular signs 

I admire the magnificent old architecture

And stare towards the other side of their windows

Messy untidy fancy interiors

Signs of uptown households

OMG, pink car!

What is your reason of existence?

And why over here?

Restoration, renovation, redecoration

Of century old buildings, bridges and streets

Takes place 

Like the rain and the different types of people

Divided equally

All over town

This rebuilding

It’s being conducted in a quiet way

Nothing like the usual messy, crowded, noisy and frustrated annoyances

It is, however, a quiet restoration of town

At least today

Fancy offices in old houses

Law firms, architect bureaus, real estate agencies

Spread around the whole medieval town

Their staff

Stare at their computers like the next door students

It’s a grey day

I decide to go back

For I feel much better

Conclusion

My battery has been recharged

And now

I am home

The rain is pouring down

And will do so for the coming day