Turn me on in daylight hours,
just once I’d like to light a lighted path
and sleep in darkness.
I’d like to stand on a desk
and cast a dimmer light–
to feel dwarfed by my giant sidewalk size.
I dream of strolling the cement paths,
hand in hand with lovers and friends,
uprooted from my cement block jail.
Always wondering what the rest of the world looks like,
wondering from my solitary street corner–
I am forever unmoving.